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Arkel spoke too hopefully, for Dido was never caught. She was too clever to give the police a chance of laying hands on her. Like a stone cast into a wide ocean, she disappeared from Deanminster--from England, no doubt, and possessed of the Voodoo stone, possibly took her way back to her native "Ashantee," there to become the high priestess in the horrible fetish worship of Africa. "Well," said Jen, growing weary of this long-continued conversation, which seemed to lead to nothing, "at all events you'll not escape a long term of imprisonment." "That gives me the creeps," she remonstrated. "I don't like it. It sounds like funerals and ghosts——".
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"I think we might let her share with us this time," she said gently, and Judith's relief was beautiful to behold. "No. When I was a child I did, and I fancy that my mother also had some belief in it. Brought up among the negroes of Barbadoes both she and I imbibed the superstitions of the black race; but now we have no faith in such follies. For my part," added the girl, anxiously, "I should be glad to get rid of Dido, seeing that with Dr. Etwald and his malignant influence of the Voodoo stone, she is dragging us toward disgrace; but my mother still clings to her as an old servant, and will not let her go." "I'm going to write!" she declared, dramatically waving the stocking about. "This is truly inspiring!" Patricia's heart sank, but she concealed her feelings sufficiently to reassure Miss Jinny, who went on briskly:.
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