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But after all, Mrs. I will not talk to you about Miss Pellissier or her affairs. She was fiercely and bitterly jealous. Buried under various ancestral sixteenths, smothered under modern thought, liberty of action and bewildering variety of flesh-pots, it was still alive to the extent that it needed only his present state to resuscitate it in all its peculiar force. We’re regarded as inflammable litter that mustn’t be left about. Pah!’ She flounced about and, crossing to the bed, plonked down on it, pointedly averting her face and resting the large pistol in her lap. But in a moment she believed she understood. From beginning to end it was first-hand stuff.
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