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So Carlotta had nearly killed the dog of an unrecalled
acquaintance.
"I do indeed recognise you now," said I, mendaciously. I seem to
have been lying to-day through thick and thin. "But in the
confusion of the disaster--"
"You sat next me at lunch one day last winter, at Mrs.
Ordeyne's," interrupted the lady, "and you talked to me of
transcendental mathematics."
I remembered. "The crime," said I, "has lain heavily on my
conscience."
"I don't believe a word of it," she laughed, dismissing me with a
bow. I raised my hat and joined Carlotta.
It was a Miss Gascoigne, a flirtatious intimate of Aunt Jessica's
house. To this irresponsible young woman I had openly avowed
that I was the guardian of a beautiful Mohammedan whose religious
instinct compelled her to destroy little dogs. I shall hear of
this from my Aunt Jessica.
I walked stonily away with Carlotta.
"You are cross with me," she whimpered.
"Yes, I am. You might have killed the poor little beast. It was
very wicked and cruel of you.


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