. ‘I do not believe you. " "We may believe as much of that as we please, I suppose," observed the carpenter's wife, with a sneer. ” She put her face closer to his. Her eyelids fluttered with recognition, and she cried out softly. There were words, then, that ran on indefinitely, with reversals? Here they meant one thing; there, the exact opposite. . 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. Men fled from their tottering habitations, and returned to them scared by greater dangers. Her sister had told him that it was true. The turning of the key startled her, but she did not see how she could make an objection.
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