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"Isabella! A lie! Impossible!","Spout it out loud!" called another from the end of the table. "We can't catch your muffled accents down here.",Let your answer be a kiss!",Maurice and David, divided one against the other by their passion for the same woman, united in a feeling of rage and contempt against this interloper, who dared to make a third in their worship of Isabella. They looked at Etwald, they looked at one another, and finally both began to laugh. Jen frowned at the sound of their mirth, but Etwald, in nowise discomposed, sat unsmiling in his seat waiting for further developments.,"We didn't have one till this winter," she said cheerfully. "So I guess we appreciate him for all he's worth.","You--you--you forbid me!","You know something?","African witchcraft! Obi! Fetish worship! The adoration of the bad spirit who catches mortals by the hair. Any one of these things explains the meaning of the term.","That's because it is the first real home you've known," said Elinor. "One always feels that way about a home.","I asked you here at the particular request of Dr. Etwald.","I am certain of it," replied Maurice. "He employed Dido to steal it from you, as you refused to sell it. Listen, uncle, and I'll give you my reasons for this belief," and then Maurice told succinctly all that had taken place at The Wigwam during the afternoon.,One after another, the girls mounted the stand beside Elinor, and read the little verses, while the assembly listened, and even the model, decorously cloaked, came from her little room, and with her crocheting in hand sat smiling at the nonsense..