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Rain
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“What the devil are you doing?” he cried.”Stop that, damned machine.”
He went up to it and tore the record off. She turned on him.
“Say, doc, you can’t do that stuff with me. What the hell are you doin’ in my room? “
“What do you mean?” he cried.”What d’you mean?”
She gathered herself together. No one could describe the scorn of her expression or the contemptuous hatred she put into her answer.
“You men! You filthy, dirty pigs! You’re all the same, all of you. Pigs! Pigs!”
Dr. Macphail gasped. He understood.