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"Assuredly. You loved Maurice--","What do you say, Mr. Sarby?" asked Etwald, turning to the lawyer.,"Well, yes," assented Mrs. Dallas, "there is that objection. But it is not much of an obstacle, as Isabella has money. The young couple can live on three thousand a year.",She swept Elinor off the stool, away from the crowded dressing room, and at last found a deserted corner behind a big cast.,Elinor laid down her brush impressively.,As they went back to the flower-decked sitting-room, Judith edged close to whisper in her ear.,"M. D.!" said the major to himself. "Margaret Dallas, the mother of Isabella. How did her handkerchief come into the room on that night? And the perfume?","What are you saying, Dido?" asked Battersea, his feeble intellect scared by the fierce gestures and the unknown tongue.,She broke off with her mouth and eyes opened to their widest, for there in the chair by the cozy grate sat Mrs. Shelly, while Miss Jinny stood chuckling her husky chuckle and rubbing her elbows nervously with both hands.,"I should if I were you. Mr. Sarby is in London. Why not wire up to him to bring down a clever man from Scotland Yard?","I shall take no steps concerning her at present," said Jen, glancing at his watch, "especially as there is no fear of her leaving the neighborhood.","It won't be the name of Battersea," said Jen, touching the button of the bell. "He had no motive to steal my devil-stick or to kill Maurice, nor could he have any reason to take possession of a dead body. Besides," added Jen, returning to his seat, "if this tramp were guilty, he would scarcely put his neck in danger by offering you the devil-stick for sale.".