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About
eleven
o
’
clock
,
my
Mary
came
in
,
shining
in
a
new
cotton
print
.
She
looked
pretty
and
happy
and
a
little
breathless
,
as
though
she
had
done
a
pleasant
but
dangerous
thing
—
and
she
had
.
She
gave
me
a
brown
manila
envelope
.
"
I
thought
you
might
be
wanting
this
,
"
she
said
.
She
smiled
at
Marullo
the
bright
birdlike
way
she
does
when
she
doesn
’
t
really
like
someone
.
And
she
didn
’
t
like
or
trust
Marullo
—
never
had
.
I
always
put
it
down
to
the
fact
that
a
wife
never
likes
her
husband
’
s
boss
or
his
secretary
.
I
said
,
"
Thank
you
,
dear
.
You
’
re
very
thoughtful
.
Sorry
I
can
’
t
take
you
for
a
boat
ride
on
the
Nile
right
now
.
"
"
You
are
busy
,
"
she
said
.
"
Well
,
didn
’
t
you
run
out
of
everything
?
"
"
Sure
I
did
.
Here
,
I
’
ve
got
a
list
.
Will
you
bring
things
home
tonight
?
I
know
you
’
re
too
rushed
to
put
them
up
now
.
"
"
But
no
hard
-
boiled
eggs
—
"
"
No
,
darling
.
Not
for
a
whole
year
.
"
"
Those
Easter
bunnies
were
sure
busy
.
"
