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"
What
is
this
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Ma'am
,
"
said
I
,
swelling
,
"
it
is
a
Dedication
,
"
and
I
walked
majestically
to
the
window
.
There
is
no
doubt
that
presently
I
heard
an
unexpected
sound
.
Yet
if
indeed
it
had
been
a
laugh
she
clipped
it
short
,
for
in
almost
the
same
moment
she
was
looking
large-eyed
at
me
and
tapping
my
sleeve
impulsively
with
her
fingers
,
just
as
David
does
when
he
suddenly
likes
you
.
"
How
characteristic
of
you
,
"
she
said
at
the
window
.
"
Characteristic
,
"
I
echoed
uneasily
.
"
Ha
!
"
"
And
how
kind
.
"
"
Did
you
say
kind
,
ma'am
?
"
"
But
it
is
I
who
have
the
substance
and
you
who
have
the
shadow
,
as
you
know
very
well
,
"
said
she
.
Yes
,
I
had
always
known
that
this
was
the
one
flaw
in
my
dedication
,
but
how
could
I
have
expected
her
to
have
the
wit
to
see
it
?
I
was
very
depressed
.
"
And
there
is
another
mistake
,
"
said
she
.
