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Amarilly followed him into a small apartment and was initiated into the mysteries of electric toasters and percolators . He tried in vain to induce her to share his meal with him , but she protested . `` I hed my breakfast at five-thirty . I do n't eat agin till noon . '' `` Oh , Miss Jenkins ! You have no artistic temperament or you would not cling to ironclad rules . '' `` My name 's Amarilly , '' she answered shortly .