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           Shefeltshedeservedatreattocelebratehertriumph,andforonceshemeanttothrowprudencetothewinds.

           "Grilledsteakandonions,Angelo,friedpotatoes,andabottleofBass.Giveitmeinasilvertankard."

           Sheprobablyhadn’teatenfriedpotatoesfortenyears.Butwhatanoccasionitwas!Byahappychanceonthisdayshehadconfirmedherholdonthepublicbyaperformancethatshecouldonlydescribeasscintillating,shehadsettledanoldscore,byoneingeniousdevicedisposingofAviceandmakingTomseewhatafoolhehadbeen,andbestofallhadprovedtoherselfbeyondallquestionthatshewasfreefromtheirksomebondsthathadoppressedher.HerthoughtflickeredforaninstantroundAvice.

           "Sillylittlethingtotrytoputaspokeinmywheel.*I’llletherhaveherlaughstomorrow."

           Theoysterscameandsheatethemwithenjoyment.Sheatetwopiecesofbrownbreadandbutterwiththedelicioussenseofimperillingherimmortalsoul,andshetookalongdrinkfromthesilvertankard.

           "Beer,gloriousbeer,"shemurmured.

           ShecouldseeMichael’slongfaceifheknewwhatshewasdoing.PoorMichaelwhoimaginedshehadkilledAvice’sscenebecauseshethoughthewastooattentivetothatfoolishlittleblonde.Really,itwaspitifulhowstupidmenwere.Theysaidwomenwerevain,theyweremodestvioletsincomparisonwithmen.ShecouldnotbutlaughwhenshethoughtofTom.Hehadwantedherthatafternoon,hehadwantedherstillmorethatnight.Itwaswonderfultothinkthathemeantnomoretoherthanastage-hand.