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"Yah!" cried Battersea, derisively. "You're out of it. My mother white; but my father--" here he hesitated, and then resumed: "Yes, you're right. Dido; my father was a negro! A Seedee boy, who was a fireman on a P. and O. liner." Elinor looked at them with a little quick sigh of excited envy. "Well," said Jen, seeing that the man spoke in all good faith, "the body of Mr. Maurice was stolen on that night.".
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Judith was equal to the occasion, as usual. "Yes. I knew her in the West Indies shortly before Isabella was born. It was through knowing me," explained the major, "that she came to this neighborhood and rented The Wigwam. You see, Maurice, I was one of the few people she knew in England, and she remained near me for company's sake, and"--here the major hesitated--"and because she was afraid of herself," he finished significantly. Patricia smiled at Elinor's fervid response and Judith's calm approval, but she uttered never a word, though Bruce looked at her inquiringly. "Comedy!" echoed Mrs. Dallas, in scorn. "You mean tragedy!".
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