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"Why, it's like a laundry," exclaimed Patricia in disappointment as she looked about her. The low-ceiled whitewashed apartment into which they had descended from the winding iron stair was sepulchrally bare and empty in the flicker of its noisy gas jets, the rusty gas stoves at its farther end emphasizing its general air of desolation.,"True, doctor," remarked Jen, keeping his eyes fixed upon the swart face of the other, "and is that all you have to say?","Well, Dido can do nothing," said Maurice, in a jesting tone, "unless you want her to forbid the banns.","I, massa! Ole Dido she do nuffin. Massa Maurice he die Voodoo! Oh, yes.","To shield the assassin?" gasped Jen, thunderstruck. "And who is the assassin?",CHAPTER XI. MAJOR JEN, DETECTIVE.,"I have something to say to you," she said, quickly. "Something likely to help you in your investigations.",But the scent of the roses will cling round it still"--,She was very pale and tired looking, but as graceful and charming as ever. She inquired after Elinor with a profuse sympathy that more than satisfied the warm-hearted Patricia, whose compassion stirred at her look of fatigue.,"Isabella! A lie! Impossible!","Don't be a muff," said Patricia briskly. "It's twice as good, don't you see, coming out this way? Here are eight people surprised all in a bunch, instead of merely Elinor and poor me. You've sprung it in the very nick of time, Infant.","Mercy on us!" she ejaculated, rising hurriedly. "I've gone and made you late for breakfast!".