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"After having previously caused it," said Maurice, in a significant tone.,"Oh, go along, Miss Pat! You'll be awfully late," said Judith, wriggling away, flushed and happy.,"Alone, Mr. Arkel?",Dido threw up one dark hand with an ejaculation.,"No, no!" cried Isabella, with a shudder. "Don't tell me any more of those horrible things.","I know she is; but she hates you.","Come, come, boys!" said Jen, annoyed at this scene between two hot-headed young men, who were not yet gifted with the self-restraint of experience.,Griffin grinned amiably at the whiskered countenance. "Good for you, old top," she responded, cheerfully. "You ought to go into the Sunday puzzle department. You'd be hung all over with gold-filled watches. Where did you blow in from?","I'm going to take her out with us day after tomorrow—she's not going back to the Academy—and I'm going to get work for her. There's where you can help. She's a good sewer, she says, though she'd rather live with someone and do housework.",Resigning himself to the inevitable, Maurice gave one glance at Isabella, and went outside with a heavy heart. Dido was standing upon the veranda with her eyes glowing like two coals. Yet there was an ill-concealed expression of triumph in her gaze, which Maurice, in his then disturbed and angered state of mind, could ill brook. He paused abruptly as he passed by her, and asked a direct question:,"Well, sir!" he said in an icy tone to his adopted son, "I am waiting for you to explain this very extraordinary conduct.","I guess what you mean--Miss Dallas.".