"What's Obi? What's you torkin of?" asked Battersea, rather nervously. "An' ow does yeou know I hev black blood?",
"Well," said Jen, after a pause, "that is not improbable. But the perfume?",
"Your mother," he muttered, hardly believing the evidence of his own senses. "Your mother stole the devil-stick?".
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