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Rh 'I still fail to see,' I murmured, looking at her comically.

'Oh, Uncle Seymour,' Dolly cried. 'How blind you men are! If Aunt Amelia knew she would never forgive me. Why, you must understand. The—the rouge, you know, and the pearl powder!'

'Oh, it comes out, then, in the photograph?' I inquired.