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You've been crying!" "Supposing I have ?"--came muffled from the pillows.
"What have you been doing to Thomas ?" "I ?" she shot back, sitting up, her eyes blazing.

"He kissed me, dad, as he probably kisses his English barmaids." "Kitty, girl, you're as pretty as a primrose.

I don't think Thomas was really accountable." "Are you defending him ?"--blankly.
"No.