Quotation from: The Little Lady of the Big House

Written by: Jack London


When they startled into the air, a cloud of fluttering gold and
crystal droppings in the sunshine, Dick startled. The report of the
rifle had come from Paula's wing above, and he identified it as her
30-30 as he dashed across the patio. _She beat me to it,_ was his
next thought, and what had been incomprehensible the moment before was
as sharply definite as the roar of her rifle.


And across the patio, up the stairs, through the door left wide-flung
behind him, continued to pulse in his brain: _She beat me to it. She
beat me to it._

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