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yes, about an irreconcilable rebel!—two Black Republicans—and let us have peace. I'll try not to let it happen again."
Just think of a woman who could do all that and smile and cry all together, like an angel! Wasn't she wonderful? And that's the kind of women men go crazy about! But don't you forget that's the kind of women go crazy 'bout men—when the right one comes!
She pulls one on each side of her, so's we're all hugged and mixed up together, and all laughing and crying says:
"Oh, daddy, dear, and Jonthy, darling, together, tighter! If you'd only always do that when I am that way—put your arms about me—the more harder the better—and just hold me till the devil goes out of me! Kill me this way if you must!"
"There's no need," says I, thinking it all over—after what I knew about women!
None of us said any more about it, though we all watched our words for some time, and, at last, it wore off and was forgotten.
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