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"I had my reasons for not doing so, Mrs. Dallas," replied Maurice, quickly. "But I was about to tell you of our engagement when Dr. Etwald forestalled me by making his unexpected offer.",Patricia, who denounced recklessness in others, flew to meet him with loud reproaches, regardless of the thronging crowd of undergraduates that were nimbly springing off after him.,The hours dragged heavily along in that house of mourning. The body of the dead man lay in the little chamber which looked out upon the laurel-encircled lawn. It was covered with a white sheet, the hands were folded upon the breast, and flowers had been laid thereon by the major. Over the face a handkerchief had been thrown, as the once handsome features were so discolored as to be absolutely repulsive to the sight. There was something terrible in the rigidity of the long form, stretched out so stiffly under the sheet. In the chamber candles were burning, and Jaggard was watching near the corpse. He was to watch throughout the night.,"And I answer for the last time that the truth is not mine to tell," replied David, coldly. "If you doubt me question Etwald.",Let your answer be a kiss!","Because Maurice was engaged to your daughter, whom he wished to marry. Etwald killed my poor lad, so as to remove a dangerous rival from his path.",After she had said good-bye and they Were waiting at the curator's desk, Elinor spoke musingly.,"I can't say, major. You had better ask her.","Why should it be strange?","I did not find it at all," rejoined the major, gloomily; "Lady Meg brought it to me.","No," she said, quietly "I may persuade her into doing what I want.","Later on, I may tell you all I know.".