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"Isn't it jolly—to be here in a real Academy of Fine Arts, just like all the famous artists when they were young and unknown? Doesn't it make you feel all excited and quivery, Norn?" asked Patricia, as she fitted her key into the narrow gray locker with an air of huge enjoyment. "I don't see how you can look so cool. You are as calm and refrigerated as a piece of the North Pole.","Of course, I don't mean as Miss Jinny's special property, you goose; I was only thinking of him as a pleasant addition to the old ladies' card parties and porch teas,—they need men so badly.",David raised his head and looked at the major, at the doctor, at the inspector.,"Oh, that was rubbish," said Jen, contemptuously. "You didn't mean it.","No," returned Sarby, after a pause. "I think he is a bad lot.",The door clicked behind them and they set their faces to the sunset, and Greycroft, and home.,"What is the matter with you today, Ju?" she asked in an undertone, "I do wish you'd behave yourself. Bruce will be sorry he asked us if we're going to act like wild Indians.","All rubbish!" added the major, selecting a fresh cigar.,"I didn't. I found it.","Ouch!" she cried reproachfully. "That's not fair. You bit.","Woman," cried Jen, with energy, "no one but you could manufacture the poison with which the devil-stick was filled.",Then he laid aside his book to think, and through the smoke curling from his pipe he stared idly at the opposite wall. It chanced to be that upon which the barbaric weapons before alluded to were arranged, and conspicuous among them glittered the golden handle of the devil-stick. Recalling the mention of Voodoo, and Etwald's reference to African witchcraft, Maurice connected in his own mind the devil-stick with those barbarisms, and on the impulse of the moment he rose to examine the magic wand. Handling it carefully--for he dreaded the poison, although it was said to be dried up--he wondered if Dido could make use of it were it in her possession..