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All through that long night he knelt beside the bed upon which lay the corpse of the man whom he had loved as a son. The bedroom of Maurice was on the ground floor and the windows looked out onto a little lawn, which was girdled by thick trees in which the nightingales were singing. The sorrowful songs of the birds, flitting in the moonlight and amid the cloistral dusk of the trees, seemed to Jen like a requiem over the young life which had passed away. The major was broken-hearted by the sorrow which had come upon him, and when he issued from the chamber of death he looked years older than when he entered it. It seemed to his big loving heart as though the woman he loved had died anew in the person of her son.,Elinor smiled and pulled Patricia down beside her on the stool.,Maurice grew serious, and paused at the top of the drive, just out of sight of the house, to reply to this question.,"Ouch!" she cried reproachfully. "That's not fair. You bit.","I love Maurice. I intend to marry him," she repeated, and an obstinate expression came over her face.,"I went in later on, and found that my mother had gone to bed. I said nothing at the time as I was afraid of Dido. Afterward, when Maurice was killed, and you said that the devil-stick had killed him, I went to Dido and accused her of the crime.,"By blackmailing? I see. I suppose he hung on behind.","Wrong, missy. I no wish dat man.","Mrs. Dallas. She had missed her daughter and had been seeking for her in a state of terror, surely natural under the circumstances. I found her pacing the veranda, wondering what had become of Isabella.","Oh, oh," she breathed, "I didn't know you could talk like that, Elinor. It sounds like some beautiful book.","Oh, hush!" cautioned Patricia, grasping his arm in her agitation. "She'll hear you! She's just back of us this minute.","Looking for anyone?" she asked briskly, and hardly waiting for the answer, she raised her voice and called through the door of the next room:.