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\"No, not really. That is what my mother used to call me. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. Under this unnerving scrutiny, a slow flush mounted to the woman’s cheeks. “I’m thirsty. I'm not interested in him. “To the best of my belief,” she said, with quiet dignity, “I have never seen either of you before in my life.
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