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I suppose I should have paid attention to that half-murmured remark, but it seemed one of those extreme statements women under stress indulge in.
I love you, I hate you, I feel like killing you and myself, and in the same sequence I love you I think you're the most wonderful the most noble and so on and on, meanwhile eating a good breakfast and dinner and enjoying living.
So I went about my business.
I made a lemon sponge, a light dessert, roasted a chicken, parboiled some frozen vegetables, so there would be something nice in the icebox for the weekend.
`` Don't bother, Ida '', she said.
`` I have these appointments in town for Saturday, and I'll probably spend Sunday with Dolly or the Thaxters ''.

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