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"Mine also, major. Yet you don't suspect me of the deed.","It would seem that you suspect Dido or my mother of having something to do with the matter," she remarked coldly.,"Doesn't Greeny make you a bit weary?" she asked, as she slipped over beside Patricia as the gong was about to sound. "She's so drearily ornate.","Where were you when the body was stolen?","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.","Hardly," replied Jen, a trifle spitefully. "You have lost the Voodoo stone, remember.","No," said Battersea again. "The poison is dried up.",Before Elinor could respond, she started to the door with an exclamation.,"Ah," said Isabella, clasping her hands, "I am sure that it was that terrible man who made David kill Maurice. Oh, if I had only met Maurice on that night, I might have prevented the quarrel.","I knew that, but he didn't. He knows now that we love one another, but he is ignorant that we are engaged. When the fact is publicly announced, he may give up his idea of marrying you, and so a quarrel may be averted.","Oh, I wish you wouldn't, Norn," protested Patricia, in a small voice. "I do so want to have her for a friend. She's so lovely and talented and attractive. What is the matter with her now that you say such things? You didn't use to feel like that.","Why don't you wish to sell it, Uncle Jen?".