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Webster, Henry Kitchell, 1875-1932

"The Real Adventure"

She
hadn't been able to think of anything to say. She could think of nothing
now. So, in silence, she began putting her smaller belongings into her
half unpacked suit-case and laying the clothes that hung in the closet
across a chair.
"So you're going to walk out on me are you?" said Dolly. Rose was aware
that she'd been watching these proceedings.
"I'm going to have a room by myself for to-night," said Rose.
Dolly amazed her by flying into a sudden rage.
"Oh, you!" she said. "You make me sick. You're a hypocrite, that's what
you are. Pretending to be so haughty and innocent, and then come spying
back here, on purpose, and acting so shocked! You don't think I'm fit to
live with, do you. Just because I've got a friend. You thought you was
fit to live with me, all right, when you had two of them and wasn't
straight with either."
Rose straightened up and looked at her. "What do you mean?" she
demanded.
"That's right, go on with the bluff," said Dolly furiously. "But you
can't bluff me.


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