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"Well," said Lady Meg, "it would seem that the devil-stick is the center of this mystery.",Yes, I know God is very tender with a woman, and I think He understands; so, if she crept very close to Him and caught at His sleeve to steady herself, He would be kind to her until she had the courage to go on along her own steep way. Please, God, never let him find out, for it would hurt him to have hurt me!,"How do you like it now?" asked Griffin, as the gong released them for the rest, and they slipped out in the corridor to look for Elinor.,Jen frowned, then laughed.,When poor Mr. Carter died, the next day she said, "Now, Mary, you are entirely too young to live all your long years of widowhood alone, and as I am in the same condition, I will let my cottage, and move up the street into your house to protect and console you." And she did—the moving and the protecting.,"No, dat only drib away bad debbils. But you scratch de skin with one leetle bit of it, and you die, die, die!","No," he said, at length. "Mrs. Dallas has had nothing to do with it.","Certainly I do. I believe she killed Maurice; but the evidence is as yet too slight upon which to accuse her. If I thought that she--" here the major checked himself and resumed in an altered tone--"but I must think of these things later on. In the meantime I must conclude my examination of this man.","All you know!" repeated Jen, in a startled tone. "About this crime?","Concerning the theft of the body?" asked Jen, eagerly.,"But surely, Uncle Jen, you don't look upon her as the guilty person!","No! Dat nossin. If you pour wather in dat stick de poison come alive. Well, dat stick taken, but I no take it. Dat poo' young massa killed wid it--I no kill him. But de udder ting, sah. Dat smell! I mek it for missy, dat all!".