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"I have done so, and I have asked Mrs. Dallas also," replied Jen; "but it seems that Dido wasn't out of the house on that night. She was ill--and, oddly enough, I hear, Etwald, that it was you who made her ill.","What in the world—" she began in alarm, but Elinor silenced her questioning with a weak wave of one tired hand.,"Why do you speak of her?" asked Maurice, fiercely, while David looked loweringly at Etwald.,The words cut the air with an incisive clearness that left no shadow of a doubt, though Patricia could scarcely credit her own ears.,She put the question to Griffin when she met her in the hall after the class had broken up in disorder to celebrate the initiation by a general gambol through the deserted halls and corridors. Patricia and Griffin were seating themselves on a drawing-board at the top of the short flight of stone steps that connected the back corridor with the exhibition rooms above.,"Your mudder, she say no!","Later on, I may tell you all I know.","If I haven't forgotten all about Miss Jinny!" she thought remorsefully. "How fearfully self-absorbed I'm getting to be. I'm a perfect pig!","You--you--you forbid me!",There was a general murmur of laughter at this, but the leader stood rigid, awaiting Elinor's reply.,"As counsel for the defense you can hardly expect me to answer that.","But you filled the devil-stick with fresh poison?".