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Afterward he stole out of the room with the bloodstained sheet to boast her virginity to his brothers and father, which only truly mattered because she was beautiful, her mother had said. Of course, he had no idea who I was. With his foodle doo! This carpenter he had a wife, The plague and torment of his life, Who, though she did her husband scold, Loved well a woollen-draper bold. ‘Never mind that now. It now came to him with an added thrill how well she had told her story; simply and directly, no skipping, no wandering hither and yon: from the first hour she could remember, to the night she had fled in the proa, a clear sustained narrative. This obstacle removed, he thought he might now make the attempt. I’m not a bit afraid of anything—scandal, difficulty, struggle. “Why did you do it?” her aunt urged.
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