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“She wasn’t sane, my wife. “My heart, my dove, I only want to heal you. I was in hopes you'd be content with my hat and wig. " And muttering some remarks, which we do not care to repeat, reflecting upon the consistency of the sex, he was preparing once more to depart, when Mrs. “Come,” he continued, “the world after all is a very small place. ’ ‘Poor sort of a mother,’ Martha said with bitterness.
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