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“I am the most foolish of men. “My wife. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. She did not enter the cabin at once, but paused on the threshold and stared at the silent, recumbent figure in the bunk. He contrasted the lot of women in general with the lot of men, presented men as patient, self-immolating martyrs, and women as the pampered favorites of Nature. "Woman, your wits are fled!" And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly, "I can't find the key. It is the bottom of the cup, where all the dregs appear to settle.
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