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"While dat big man hab de Voodoo stone I do notin'--notin'," she said. And from this obstinate position they all failed to move her. "Oh, Bruce, the sycamore you painted is gone!" called Patricia, not turning. "Come and see!" CHAPTER XI. MAJOR JEN, DETECTIVE..
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"Do not distress yourself, my dear Miss Kendall," she said, benignantly. "There is no cause for apprehension. Absolute secrecy and perfect amenity will prevail. You will be sent for later perhaps, but nothing unpleasant will occur. Depend upon it, the Board will welcome this revelation of the true state of affairs, and will do its duty gently." "Bah! you black parrot!" muttered Maurice scornfully and turned upon his heel. As he vanished down the walk Dido clapped her hands together with great satisfaction and began to sing in low tones. Her song was barbaric in words and strange beyond all telling in the music. It rose and fell, and moaned and drawled, in a curiously painful manner. In the drawing-room Mrs. Dallas had risen to her feet at the first deep contralto note, and now stood rocking herself to and fro with an expression of alarm on her face. Isabella was terrified in her turn by Dido's song and her mother's strange conduct, though by this time she should have been used to these eccentricities. "Pooh, I'm not a bit tired," protested Judith. "I sit this way every night for hours." "Don't make a show of me, Miss Pat," she commanded reproachfully. "It isn't correct to show that you are so delighted.".
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