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"Oh，yes，sir." "When was the last?" Mary thought a minute. "Two days before the murder，sir." "What did it say?" "She said the old devil had been round and that she'd sent him off witha flea in the ear-excuse the expression，sir-said she expected me over onthe Wednesday-that's my day out，sir-and she said we'd go to the pictures.Itwas going to be my birthday，sir." Something-the thought of the little festivity perhaps-suddenly broughtthe tears to Mary's eyes.She gulped down a sob. Then apologized for it.
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"You must forgive me，sir.I don't want to be silly.Crying's no good.Itwas just the thought of her-and me-looking forward to our treat.It upset mesomehow，sir." "I know just what you feel like，"said Franklin Clarke."It's always thelittle things that get one-and especially anything like a treat or apresent-something jolly and natural.I remember seeing a woman run overonce.She'd just bought some new shoes.I saw her lying there-and the burstparcel with the ridiculous little high-heeled slippers peeping out-it gaveme a turn-they looked so pathetic." Megan said with a sudden eager warmth
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