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Was I the innocent! After the proper lapse of time, Sam took me home, carrying me up the stairs, and being forced to sit down at the top of the flight. I felt again the fear that his first attack in the hotel had given me. Business was terrific, and enough without my being sick. The house felt so good. The things that expressed my personality seemed to reachout their arms to me. The lampshades that I made and [[?]] for which Clayt had soldered distinctive frames, for me, looked as professional as I wanted them too./ The curtains and draperies looked fresh and dainty...it was HOME. Once more I had a home. Sam was as worried about motors. It seemed that the only remaining 0X5's were owned by Horace Dodge, in Detroit. He had bough them/ all up ostensibly to use in motor boats, then just decided to keep them put away. No one could shake him loose from them, so Sam left for Detroit, to get them, and at a reasonable price. I received an elsted wire within the next forty-eight hours, that he had the motors, and would be home on such and such a train, and for me to go to bed.