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"Why do you sing the death song?" asked Mrs. Dallas, opening her eyes,,"I swear, on my sacred honor, that Maurice Alymer was killed by Max Etwald!","She used to be," was Judith's frank reply. "But since you've become an artist, like Aunt Louise, she fairly adores you!","What!" cried Arkel, in surprise. "Do you pity Mr. Sarby?",Bruce swung the door for them, and they passed into a little narrow shop-like place.,"I am certain of it. Etwald prophesied to my poor lad, in his charlatan way, that if he wed Miss Dallas, or even announced his engagement with her, his fate would be of life in death.",When I got back in the kitchen things were well under way, everything smelling grand, and Aunt Bettie in full swing matching up my dinner guests.,"Awful row in the Committee room," she announced gleefully. "Good old Greenie marched right in to the grave and reverend seniors while they were in session just now, and she gave them ballyhoo. She called it a remonstrance in the cause of justice, but, my word, it was ripping!","That describes her to a T, doesn't it, Howes?" grinned the imperturbable Griffin. "That's the way we find her—so sweet that she is sickening, eh?",They sat in comfortable silence till they heard the front door slam and Judith's feet on the stair.,"Yes, major," said he at length. "You shall learn my reason--at the trial.","If you choose to call it so. Only I repeat my warning to Mr. Alymer. Never get married.".