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"Oh, Priss, I feel just awful," gasped Mrs. Hayes<br />

breathlessly. "I'm nothing but a clumsy, a terribly<br />

clumsy, old fool. I don't suppose you can ever forgive<br />

me." She sank to her knees among slivers of glass.<br />

Both Ransoms came hurrying over. Ernest helped<br />

his guest to her feet while his wife gathered the broken<br />

bird into a silent butler. A.A.<br />

Hayes refurbished his own Scotch.<br />

"For heaven's sake, June, it's nothing," said the fifth<br />

generation of Ransom hosts in this house. "Tell you the<br />

truth, I detest those silly things, always have."<br />

"I'm surprised they didn't all fall off this rickety<br />

table. I've been meaning to have that leg fixed," said the<br />

host's wife.<br />

"I'm always breaking things," threw in Tracy<br />

Canopy.<br />

"This society is patched with the paste of lies," said<br />

A.A. Hayes to Chin Lam Henry, who was refilling the<br />

ice bucket. She smiled and nodded. "Don't suppose<br />

that's exactly news where you come from," he added.<br />

She smiled and nodded again.<br />

Walter Saar handed Mrs. Hayes a glass of sherry.

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