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 'How can she do better, since you have described this as perfection?'

She hesitated a moment. 'I mean better for Mr. Pringle.'

I still had her hand—I remained looking at her. 'How came it that you could throw me over—such a woman as you?'

'Ah, my friend, if I hadn't thrown you over I couldn't do this for you?' And disengaging herself she turned away quickly and went back to the hotel.