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"Inside the gate," asked Jen, "or outside, on the road?","I think it is my fault," said Isabella, hastily. "I remarked that Dido was always agitated when you came to this house.","Am I asked?" demanded Patricia with eager eyes.,"I shall find them.","Upon my soul!" cried the sultana of the inflammable name. "You're a corker! Do you mean to say, Miss Pat, that this buccaneer is the lady from the rural districts you were spouting about?","Dido," cried Mrs. Dallas, in a trembling voice, "is this true?","Oh, hang Dido!" cried Maurice, vigorously. "I wish she would mind her own business.",CHAPTER VI AFTERMATH,"The very thing, Miss Pat," she agreed radiantly. "I'll look up the number for you.",It was then that the major displayed the goodness of his heart and the nobility of his character. Forgetting his own sorrows, he obtained permission from the relatives to adopt the child, and to take charge of the trifle of property coming to the lad. Then he bought Sarbylands; set estate and house in order under the name "Ashantee," and devoted his life to cherishing and training the lad, in whose blue eyes he saw a look of his dead love. This Platonic affection begotten by the deathless memory of the one passion of his life, filled his existence completely and rendered him entirely happy.,"Did you ask me here to insult me, major?","Comedy!" echoed Mrs. Dallas, in scorn. "You mean tragedy!".