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The business of the dining-room carpet (a case of conscience makes the whole world kin, so I confidently return to this matter) was settled more beautifully than I had thought possible. I told Helen all about it, and she said:
‘Thank goodness you tore the thing up! Dear, you _are_ such a silly ass! There's nothing whatever more to be said. You are, aren't you?'