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"I daresay," replied Maurice, coolly. "The more so, as I believe he has stolen the devil-stick.",Sleep is one of the most delightful and undervalued amusements known to the human race. I have never had enough yet, and every second of time that I'm not busy with something interesting, I curl up on the bed and go dream-hunting—only I sleep too hard to do much catching. But this torture book found that out about me, and stopped it the very first thing on page three. The command is to sleep as little as possible to keep the nerves in a good condition—"eight hours at the most, and seven would be better." What earthly good would a seven-hour nap do me? I want ten hours to sleep and twelve if I get a good tired start. To see me stagger out of my perfectly nice bed at six o'clock every morning now would wring the sternest heart with compassion and admiration at my faithfulness—to whom?,"Oh, then," said Etwald, turning toward Jen, "I am not to be accused of the murder.","It must be jolly to know him out of the limelight," said the girl, seriously. "The girls were so crazy over him here that there wasn't a chance for a rational word with him, unless one were a man. He simply evaporated when he saw an apron.","Yis. It ole Dido," she said. "But ole Dido not lost. Dat great massa, he look after ole Dido.","Oh, did he though?" cried Patricia, kindling. "How clever of him to see. I thought no one dreamed!","Indeed, you're not going to budge a step!" said Miss Jinny triumphantly. "We planned it all out. You're to stay here and begin to be at home right off. You can go and pack tomorrow and have your things sent over as soon as you please.","Then you want him to meet his fate of life in death!" said Etwald, curtly.,"If you found the devil-stick you would know the truth?","Well, let me take you home through the garden then—and, yes, I believe I'll stay to supper with Mrs. Henderson. Don't you want to tell me what a little girl like you did in a big city, and—and read me part of that Paris letter I saw the postman give Jane this afternoon?",CHAPTER XI. MAJOR JEN, DETECTIVE.,"But why did you wish to act in this generous manner?".