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Januarius Jones, lounging through the wet grass, circled the house and peering through the kitchen window saw Emmy's back and one angled arm sawing across her body. He mounted the steps quietly and entered. Emmy's stare above her poised iron was impersonally combative. Jones' yellow eyes, unabashed, took her and the ironing board and the otherwise empty kitchen boldly. Jones said:
"Well, Cinderella."