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Mr. Falconer started and stared at her, his heavy face growing a dust-red, his eyes distended with amazement and anger.
"Are you out of your mind?" he said at last, and frowning at her in a kind of perplexity. "Pon my soul, Maude, I'm never quite certain whether you are in jest or earnest! If this is intended for a joke, permit me to tell you I consider it in vilely bad taste."