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The man was my husband. ’ ‘Yolande, my maid?’ ‘You don’t need a maid,’ Martha said stoutly. Still, I am curious. She heard this standard expression of a strong soul wrung with a critical coldness that astonished herself. “I think we’ve exhausted this discussion,” she said. Her husband was drinking in the tavern with the other guests.
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