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What fatality is about Ninette
[Ninette Shumway]
these days? Yesterday two big bottles of perfume
smashed in her room; this morning at breakfast a
glass containing cream slipped through her fingers
and broke; at the above time (about) the big black
Masque fell with a crash, breaking off the jaw and
jarring loose bits of the brown plaster covering the
face. She had replaced it on the nail a few seconds
previously, after looking at the back of it to see
of what it was made, and telling me that Helen
thought it looked like me. But perhaps my looking at
it caused it to fall!! After she left the room I
remained, comparing it feature by feature with my
face. It fell with a crash while I was so looking!
Maybe it objected. |