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"Now I've got you where I want you, and I'm goin' to talk -- goin' to say something I've been dyin' to say for two or three years."
Ora's head was in the wash-basin. Miss Miller was leisurely spraying out the lime juice with which she had drenched her hair. Ora gasped, then gurgled something unintelligible, which Miss Ruby interpreted as encouragement to proceed. Mrs. Blake's manner ever since the hairdresser's arrival had been uncommonly winning, with something half-appealing, half-confiding that flew straight not only to that experienced young woman's sympathies but to her professional instinct.