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CHAPTER V PAUL,CHAPTER II A SHOWER OF FISH,"I regret that I met them," says Mona, who will not say she regrets she told the truth.,Mona is down at the gate waiting for him, evidently brimful of information.,"Eh?" says Mrs. Geoffrey.,"Will not, you mean!","So you ought to be, Mrs. Dallas, for Dido has been your evil genius. If you had not submitted to her will, she would not have dared to hypnotize you. If you had not been hypnotized on that night, you would not have taken the devil-stick, consequently both David and Maurice would still be alive. Your negress has been a perfect Até, Mrs. Dallas.",“Here, Mose, hoi’ this here jint while I fit the next one inter it.” A tongue-twisting silence ensued.,"What else?",Mona hardly hears him. She is thinking of Nicholas's face as it was half an hour ago when he had leaned against the deserted doorway and looked at pretty Dorothy.,"It's a blessing we finished ourselves up to the last notch at home," said Patricia, with wide eyes of dismay for the throngs at the two mirrors. "We haven't a chance to get a peep here, unless we stay all night. Is my headpiece on all right, Elinor? I feel all askew after that crush.",“Do you live here?” she questioned with an irrepressible shudder..