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Before his departure he had left a message for David, who had not made his appearance at breakfast, requesting the young man to be in the library at noon.,"Battersea!" said David, repeating the name in a puzzled tone. "How did he become possessed of it? Has he anything to do with the crime?",Bruce, however, was remarkably absent in his reply.,"I hope you don't hate me?" said Maurice, rather annoyed.,"But how do you know it isn't David's?" persisted Judith, as she gathered up her letters. "We never asked David when his birthday came, did we?","Oh," said Isabella, nervously, "Dr. Etwald must be at hand. When Dido says 'Voodoo' he comes.",She followed Elinor into the larger room where a feeble daylight, filtering in through heavily grated basement windows, struggled with the flaring gas jets, and the odor of cocoa and bread and butter mingled with sachet and the fumes of turpentine and paint.,"Yes, sir, an' hawful female she is!",Miss Jinny chuckled and then grew grave and thoughtful.,"Do you know," interrupted Patricia, suddenly alert again, "I don't believe I'll ever amount to a row of pins as an artist? I always forget the work and think only of the people and the fun. I wonder if I can't brace up and do something worth while. I'll start in tomorrow—see if I don't.",Patricia puckered her brows judicially.,"No. I believe he found the devil-stick as he says. Within the grounds of Mrs. Dallas, mind you!".