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"I shall tell you all about it to-morrow," answered Jen, soothingly, and led her out of the room. "At the present moment you must go home with Mr. Sarby. David, there is a loose cloak of mine in the hall. Wrap it round her and come into the library. It is best that she should leave in the way she came.","How do you know that the poisons are the same?","No," replied David, still obstinately unconvinced.,"Bill," he said, with his voice dancing, "that's the most effective apology I ever heard. You were sorry to some point.","Rubbish!" said Jen, tartly. "They must have known that he would betray them when he recovered his senses!","True enough," rejoined the major, struck by this sensible deduction. "Still, he might not have heard them forcing the window.","That black devil, Dido, sir," replied Jaggard, faintly.,"You must find out what has become of my dear Maurice's body," she said, quietly.,"Mercy on us!" she ejaculated, rising hurriedly. "I've gone and made you late for breakfast!","I'll be bound for you, Elinor Kendall, to find the sweetness in every sour apple. Not that your Doris Leighton is sour on the outside. She's much too sweet for my taste. I don't trust them when they're so unearthly sweet.","Not ten, only eight! He went away when I was seventeen," I answered with dignity, wishing I dared be snappy at him: though I never am.,"Jane," I said, looking past her head, "my health is not very good, and you can bring my breakfast to me in bed after this." Poor Mr. Carter always wanted breakfast on the stroke of seven. Jane has buried husbands. Also her mother is our washerwoman, and influenced by Aunt Adeline. Jane understands everything I say to her. After I had closed the door I heard a laugh that sounded like a war-whoop, and I smiled to myself. But that was before my martyrdom to this book had begun. I get up now!.