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"Even so. Why should she have perfumed the handkerchief?" "All? What else do you expect me to say?" demanded Etwald, coldly. "I hope you don't hate me?" said Maurice, rather annoyed..
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Major Jen took Dido by the shoulder, and giving her a good shake, commanded her to be silent. At once the negress--who was evidently acting a part--ceased her outcries, and after casting her eyes significantly at her mistress, stared sullenly at the floor. Mrs. Dallas turned pale at this rapid glance, and was obliged to take a seat to prevent herself from falling. Not a detail of this by-play was lost upon Jen, who saw in the conduct of mistress and servant a confirmation of his suspicions. However, he added nothing to his previous speech, but merely recapitulated--for the benefit of Mrs. Dallas--the points of his accusation against the negress. Dido heard him in silence, but this time she made neither outcry nor denial. "And you, Mr. Sarby, I can tell from your attitude, from your look; you love Miss Dallas." The question he could not answer, so dismissing it from his memory, he retired to the smoking-room with a pipe and a novel. When Jen and David returned he intended to question both, and, if possible, get to the bottom of these thickening mysteries. "Yes. To ask if I would see her mistress; a most unnecessary question.".
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