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she cried , and he hated her still more , for she had again eluded him . She had forgotten him and the trap he had laid to make a fool of her in her suspicion that someone had dared to question her efficiency . `` Well , what 's that to do with me ? Whoever 's been complaining -- and no doubt if your clients once began at that game they would n't need to stop between now and the one o'clock gun -- it 's not likely I 'm among his troubles . So far as my work goes I 'm practically infallible . '' `` It 's not your work that 's been spoken of , '' said Mr. Philip , laughing . `` Perhaps we might call it your play . ''