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Griffin was the first of the three to recover. She leaned forward, a thin, eager hand on Judith's arm.,"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.,"Bless you, no, child," she said lightly. "I merely thought he would be more apt to be like your oldest sister, whom I admire tremendously, as everyone knows.","Verses, too!" cried Margaret Howes. "Verses on every one of them. Read them aloud, everybody in turn. Hurry up and get them all together.","Murder!" echoed Jaggard, his ruddy face growing pale. "And who, sir--","Certainly, when I can find him. Where is he now?","No. I can understand your anger from your point of view.","How do you know there were more than one?" asked Etwald, in a jesting tone.,"As a gentleman, I must accept your dismissal," he said, quietly; "but I decline to give up Isabella.","Better give them the run of the garden—alone, Mrs. Molly. No chance for them unless you do," he said laughingly, "or the buttons, either," he added under his breath so I could just hear it. I wish Mrs. Johnson could have heard how soft his voice lingered over that little half-sentence. She is so experienced she could have told me if it meant—but, of course, he isn't like other men!,Battersea scowled.,At this moment he broke off his speech with an ejaculation of surprise, for, true to the prognostication of Isabella--in answer to the expectant attitude of the negress--Dr. Etwald turned in at the gate..