CHAPTER XXI
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CharleshadjustbeenscoldinghisDolly.Shedeservedthescolding,andhadbentbeforeit,butherhead,thoughbloodywasunsubduedandherchirrupingsbegantominglewithhisretreatingthunder.
“You’vewakedthebaby.Iknewyouwould.(Rum-ti-foo,Rackety-tackety-Tompkin!)I’mnotresponsibleforwhatUnclePercydoes,norforanybodyelseoranything,sothere!”
“WhoaskedhimwhileIwasaway?Whoaskedmysisterdowntomeethim?Whosentthemoutinthemotordayafterday?”
“Charles,thatremindsmeofsomepoem.”
“Doesitindeed?Weshallallbedancingtoaverydifferentmusicpresently.MissSchlegelhasfairlygotusontoast.”
“Icouldsimplyscratchthatwoman’seyesout,andtosayit’smyfaultismostunfair.”
“It’syourfault,andfivemonthsagoyouadmittedit.”
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