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A
few
moments
later
she
recovered
herself
.
"
I
’
m
sorry
,
Bill
.
Self
-
pity
.
.
.
revolting
.
Never
again
.
"
She
patted
her
eyes
with
her
handkerchief
and
sniffed
a
little
.
"
So
I
’
m
to
be
a
farmer
’
s
wife
.
Anyway
,
I
like
being
married
to
you
,
Bill
—
even
if
it
isn
’
t
a
very
proper
,
authentic
kind
of
marriage
.
"
Suddenly
she
gave
the
smiling
chuckle
that
I
had
not
heard
for
some
time
.
"
What
is
it
?
"
