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"
Perhaps
man
should
have
denied
it
.
Then
at
least
his
wife
would
have
honored
him
with
suspicion
.
My
darling
,
I
swear
to
you
by
all
that
’
s
holy
,
that
never
by
word
or
deed
have
I
ever
made
a
pass
at
Margie
Young
-
Hunt
.
Now
will
you
believe
I
’
m
guilty
?
"
"
You
!
"
"
You
don
’
t
think
I
’
m
good
enough
,
desirable
enough
,
in
other
words
you
don
’
t
think
I
could
make
the
grade
?
"
"
I
like
jokes
.
You
know
it
—
but
that
’
s
not
something
to
joke
about
.
I
hope
the
children
haven
’
t
got
into
the
trunks
up
there
.
They
never
put
anything
back
.
"
"
I
’
ll
try
once
more
,
fair
wife
.
A
certain
woman
,
initials
M
.
Y
.
-
H
.
,
has
surrounded
me
with
traps
,
for
reasons
known
only
to
herself
.
I
am
in
grave
danger
of
falling
into
one
or
more
of
them
.
"
"
Why
don
’
t
you
think
of
your
fortune
?
The
cards
said
July
and
they
said
it
three
times
—
I
saw
it
.
You
are
going
to
get
money
and
lots
of
money
.
Think
about
that
.
"
"
Do
you
love
money
so
much
,
cottontail
?
"
"
Love
money
?
What
do
you
mean
?
"
"
Do
you
want
money
enough
so
that
even
necromancy
,
thaumaturgy
,
juju
,
or
any
other
dark
practices
are
justified
?
"
