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A buxom piece, who looked, Gerald decided, as if she would be more at home in an amorous engagement in a hayloft than sitting demurely in a ballroom. He was smiling under his heavy mustache, and his head was a little on one side as he looked at her. "But calm yourself, dear sister, or the interview will be too much for you. He would never be able to figure out that: all these miles from Cuba, and you could get a perfecto for thirteen cents. "See the devil!—not I," cried Wood impatiently. They conversed, or more or less she interviewed him. “How did you find me?” She asked. " So saying, he scrambled over the rubbish, and got into the chimney. ‘What are you, a nincompoop? She was Nicholas’s wife, of course. "A bad girl?" She put the question as she would have put any question—leveleyed and level-toned.
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