She looked about at the top of the room. "The mistake's now yours."

I watched her an instant. "Can you tell me then what one does to recover

from such mistakes?"

"One thinks a little."

"Ah, the more I've thought the deeper I've sunk! And that seemed to me

the case with you this morning," I added, "the more _you_ thought."

"Well, then," she frankly declared, "I must have stopped thinking!"

It was a phenomenon, I sufficiently showed, that thought only could

meet. "Could you tell me then at what point?"

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