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"I guessed as much."
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"Then, when the row broke out, I had a little moist red paint in the palm of my hand. I rushed forward, fell down. clapped my hand to my face, and became a piteous spectacle. It is an old trick."
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"That also I could fathom."
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"Then they carried me in. She was bound to have me in. What else could she do? And into her sitting-room. which was the very room which I suspected. It lay between that and her bedroom, and I was determined to see which. They laid me on a couch, I motioned for air, they were compelled to open the window. and you had your chance."
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"How did that help you?"
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"It was all-important. When a woman thinks that her house is on fire, her instinct is at once to rush to the thing which she values most.
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