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"Are you alluding to Dido?" demanded Jen, rather surprised at her tone.,"Yes, sir, an' hawful female she is!","Who was it, do you know, Griffin?" she inquired in a lowered tone.,"I shall help you also," she said sadly. "That is, if you will accept of my help.","I reckon most of the nippiness in this tale is Nero's work—not mine," she said, smoothing the long folds of gray lansdown into shape with absent fingers. "You see, it was this way. Old Miss Fell, who lives in that big red brick house——","And the scratch is made by means of the wand of sleep?",David took the devil-stick firmly in his grasp and compressed the handle. At once the iron tongue with its drop of venom appeared. With the sharp point he made an irregular wound on the palm of his hand, and cast the devil-stick on the table before him. A moment afterward, amid the silent horror of the crowded court, he fell down--dead.,"And you, Mr. Sarby, I can tell from your attitude, from your look; you love Miss Dallas.","God forbid, sir!","Oh, Doris!" was all she found to say, as she stretched eager hands toward her.,What I am, is just a poor foolish woman, who has a lot more heart than she can manage with the amount of brains she got with it at birth. I'm not any star in a rose-coloured sky, and I don't want to inspire anybody; it's too heavy an undertaking. I want to be a healthy, happy woman and a wife to a man who can inspire himself and manage me. I want to marry a thin man, and when I get to be thirty I want my husband to want me to be as large as Aunt Bettie, but not let me. An inspiration couldn't be fat, and I'm always in danger from hot cakes and chicken gravy.,"Say that again, young one," she demanded imperatively. "Make it good and plain this time.".