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She
shook
her
head
emphatically
,
and
said
something
that
I
failed
to
catch
.
"
You
wish
to
indicate
,
"
I
hazarded
,
"
that
he
married
a
fortune
.
"
This
time
I
caught
the
words
.
They
were
"
Tinned
meats
,
"
and
having
uttered
them
she
lapsed
into
gloomy
silence
.
"
Nevertheless
,
"
I
said
,
"
this
room
must
have
cost
a
pretty
penny
.
"
"
She
done
it
all
herself
,
"
replied
my
new
friend
,
with
concentrated
scorn
.
"
But
this
green
floor
,
so
beautifully
stained
--
"
"
Boiling
oil
,
"
said
she
,
with
a
flush
of
honest
shame
,
"
and
a
shillingsworth
o
'
paint
.
"
"
Those
rugs
--
"
"
Remnants
,
"
she
sighed
,
and
showed
me
how
artfully
they
had
been
pieced
together
.
"
The
curtains
--
"
