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"
Will
this
little
shack
serve
—
or
do
we
go
farther
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Oh
,
I
guess
we
’
ll
make
out
,
"
she
said
.
And
together
we
waded
through
the
delicate
cream
carpet
to
explore
.
It
was
quite
uncalculated
,
but
I
could
scarcely
have
hit
upon
a
more
satisfactory
method
of
taking
her
mind
off
the
events
of
the
day
.
Our
tour
was
punctuated
with
a
series
of
exclamations
in
which
admiration
,
envy
,
delight
,
contempt
,
and
,
one
must
confess
,
malice
all
played
their
parts
.
Josella
paused
on
the
threshold
of
a
room
rampant
with
all
the
most
aggressive
manifestations
of
femininity
.
"
I
’
ll
sleep
here
,
"
she
said
.
"
My
God
!
"
I
remarked
.
"
Well
,
each
to
her
taste
.
"
"
Don
’
t
be
nasty
.
I
probably
won
’
t
have
another
chance
to
be
decadent
.
Besides
,
don
’
t
you
know
there
’
s
a
bit
of
the
dumbest
film
star
in
every
girl
?
So
I
’
ll
let
it
have
its
final
fling
.
"
"
You
shall
,
"
I
said
.
"
But
I
hope
they
keep
something
quieter
around
here
,
Heaven
preserve
mc
from
having
to
sleep
in
a
bed
with
a
mirror
set
in
the
ceiling
over
it
.
"
"
There
’
s
one
above
the
bath
too
,
"
she
said
,
looking
into
an
adjoining
room
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
whether
that
would
be
the
zenith
or
nadir
of
decadence
,
"
I
said
.
"
But
anyway
,
you
’
ll
not
be
using
it
.
No
hot
water
.
"
