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. Worse than any man. At least for one moment, it was. He knew it absolutely, as if he had the check in his hand. He rose, steadied himself, then walked out of the dining room. Lucy grabbed his shirtsleeve, whispering on tiptoe. Slowly and ruefully she realized why marriage was so idealized among her generations of those before her. 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.
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