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Doris shrank back with a low, horrified cry. "Do you really think she killed him?" asked Lady Meg, her face growing pale with the intensity of her excitement. "Yes, missy. Him berry big great man!".
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"Y—yes," responded Patricia dubiously. "But I'll never be an artist. I sort of felt that long ago, but now I'm dead certain of it, and it seems like a sham to haul out that effort in the face of Elinor's splendid work." "I!" cried David, starting up with pale cheeks. "I defend you!" "The great master," repeated Jen; "you mean Dr. Etwald?" "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.".
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