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"You are a prophet of evil, Etwald," said he. "First my poor Maurice, now Miss Dallas.","So I hear; and he is in town, as Mr. Alymer told me to-night. But what are you going to do about the matter, major?","One moment!" said Jen, as they approached the veranda, whereon Dido was waiting them. "How do you know Etwald picked up the handkerchief in the room?",I am five feet three inches tall or short, whichever way one looks at me. I thought I was taller, but I suppose I shall have to believe my own yardstick.,"I can't give you my reasons. They would take too long to explain. But I believe that out of jealousy he killed Maurice.",Taking the girl by the hand, David led her toward the window. She was in a half-dazed condition, the result of the strong excitement which had impelled her to make this midnight visit, and her nerves being thus dulled, she surrendered herself passively to the guidance of David. Only at the window did she pause and look steadfastly at the major.,"Are you alluding to Dido?" demanded Jen, rather surprised at her tone.,"What is your name?" she asked, in a high, squeaking voice that Patricia failed to recognize.,"Dat's so. But I take care ob you. Now get to de kitchen; dere am food for you.","The jailer told me that Dido had called him in, saying that I had fainted. While they were getting me round--which took an hour--Dido went off with the Voodoo stone. Those about the prison had no reason to detain her, so she left. When I found the Voodoo stone gone," added Etwald, impressively. "I knew that the black wretch would give evidence against me, and that the game was at an end.","I daresay it can be," said Isabella, quietly. "Come up to the house, major, and speak to Dido. I feel sure she can explain.",So Patricia flung her whole self into the sparkling "April Girl," and at the finish had the reward of an ovation. The students clapped and the Eitels applauded with hands and feet, and cried "Encore!" till they were red in the face..