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"I DON'T know whether you wish to tell me this, Mrs. Clifton," said the reporter, "but there's a story -- which naturally we haven't printed without confirmation -- that your husband and Mr. Hale quarrelled violently yesterday evening, and that, in fact, there was a fight."
She nodded. Her brain was ice-cold now: she was entirely mistress of herself. Lie must be met by lie till more substantial weapons came into her hand.