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There was another gust of laughter through the smoke that was spurting
from his mouth and then--
"And you, too, my dear! Laughing and applauding! She thought you were
trying to crow over her! On her own particular barn-door, too! Upon my
soul, it was too amusing. I wonder she didn't throw something at you.
She's like that when she's in her tantrums."
The waiter came in with the wine and my husband poured out a glass for
me.
"Have a drink. No? Well, here's to your health, my dear. I can't get
over it. I really can't. Lena's too funny for anything. Why, what else
do you think she's been saying? She's been saying I'll come back to her
yet. Yes, 'I'll give him six months to come crawling back to me,' she
said to Eastcliff and Vivian and some of the other fellows at the Club.
Wonder if she thinks so now? . . . I wonder?"
He threw away his cigarette, drank another glass of the wine, came close
up to me and said in a lower tone, which made my skin creep as with
cold.
"Whether she's right or wrong depends on you, though.


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