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She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. ’ Exasperated, Gerald glared at her. His hair had begun to gray, his belly had just begun to round. And two other ladies. ” “And they go?” “When they get the chance.
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