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Flieshacker were on the verandah so we stayed in the "processed leather room." We both sat down in a couple of places and seemed to slide off and finally I sat on a fur rug and Stahr on a footstool beside me.

"Did I hit him?" he asked.

"Oh, yes," I said. "Quite badly."

"I don't believe it." After a minute he added, "I didn't want to hurt him. I just wanted to chase him out. I guess he got scared and hit me."

If this was his interpretation of what had happened it was all right with me.

"Do you hold it against him?"

"Oh no," he said. "I was drunk." He looked around. "I've never been in here before-who did this room-somebody from the studio?"

"Somebody from New York."

"Well, I'll have to get you out of here," he said in his old pleasant

way. "How would you like to go out to Doug Fairbanks' ranch and spend the night? He asked me-I know he'd love to have you."

That's how the two weeks started that he and I went around together. It only took one of them for Louella to have us married.