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But Patricia, with a laugh, broke from her and lifted the curtain.,"I no know, massa. She weep! She ill! She make terrible bobbery, dat poo' girl. Massa, come an' see my lil missy dis day.","Where is Dr. Etwald?" demanded the major, anxiously.,"The law, Major Jen?" said Mrs. Dallas, alarmed.,"Listen, then, and I shall explain," resumed the major, with growing excitement. "I firmly believe that Etwald stole the devil-stick, and with it killed Maurice.","You duck!" she cried, and, although Judith gasped and paled at the audacious epithet, Miss Jinny merely chuckled and patted her tenderly and then passed her on to the smiling, pink-cheeked little old lady in the rocker.,Mrs. Dallas was about to speak, when the negress silenced her with a look, and raised her head proudly.,Patricia gasped, and in the moment's silence that fell she gave the promising authoress a little shake.,"I'm not so sure of that," retorted Maurice; "I love Isabella, and come what may I intend to make her my wife.","Bruce says we're going to a French restaurant," she announced proudly. "I hope I can remember enough French to talk politely. Mademoiselle makes us say so many fine sentences when we have our 'calling days' in the French class that I get awfully twisted and never know whether I'm masculine or feminine.","He is the possessor of the Voodoo stone," she said in a low voice.,CHAPTER XVII FAREWELL TO THE STUDIO.