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"More's the pity," sighed Jen, leaning upon the shoulder of Sarby; "but you cherish no anger in your heart now?" Patricia, at the mirror, paused in the act of pinning on her hat, her eyes riveted on the vision in dull green. CHAPTER XXI. A NINE DAYS' WONDER..
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Of course this was mere raving on the part of Jen, who had no reason to connect either woman with the crime; but the poor man was beside himself with grief at the loss of Maurice, and hardly knew what he was saying. Being in this frame of mind he was by no means pleased when shortly after the delivery of Mrs. Dallas' message Dido made her appearance with a request for a personal interview.I tried logging in using my phone number and I
was supposed to get a verification code text,but didn't
get it. I clicked resend a couple time, tried the "call
me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
either. the trouble shooting had no info on if the call
me instead fails.There was
Jaggard saluted and vanished, while his master walked up and down the room, fuming at the loss of the curiosity. He had all the talk to himself, for Maurice, whose mind was busy with conjectures as to Dido or Dr. Etwald being the thief, did not think it necessary to speak. In a few minutes Jaggard returned with the news that none of the servants had been in the smoking-room that evening.
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"I hear the name of Max Etwald coupled with the crime of murder. Is this the way you treat your guests, major?" "Don't," cried Isabella, with a shudder. "You have done enough evil. Do not add perjury to your other sins." "Yes. I--I--I do love Miss Dallas." "Nor will you--after midday to-morrow. But you will regret if you do not grant me this interview.".
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