I was out of the shop and half way down the street before she realized whose handbag I had taken. Then she was after me like a flash of lightning, while I was strolling happily along, not knowing the frightful crime that I was guilty of in her eyes.
Of course, it had simply been an accident due to my carelessness. And the reason for this was that, on that fine morning, I had simply nothing at all to worry about. On the days when I have a feeling that things are sure to go wrong, I am always more careful.
"Thief," she cried, running after me on her short and thick little legs. "Stop!" "Thief! Stop, that's mine!" "Just wait a minute," I answered, as calmly as I could manage, while I have a look. "Oh, so, it is! They're very alike, aren't they? I'm so sorry." "Oh, no, you're not," she interrupted me, waving my own bag in the air. "You did it on purpose. Wait, I'll call the police." "Do so, if you like," I said, not meaning to let her frighten me, "if you wish yourself to look very silly".
The writer took the other woman's bag because _______________.
the other woman liked it
the two women were alike
her bag was like the other woman's
she liked it better than her own bag
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