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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
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"Have it your own way, then, if you must. Now you have got Father on your side I am perfectly discouraged. I am worn out with this conflict. I don't care whether I marry you this year or next, or in October, or in April, or now, or never. I am tired out. I am tired of the whole subject. I wish you to understand that I yield out of sheer exhaustion.

"Take me up, fling me over your shoulder, carry me away to your own tribe, then, if you insist upon it—and start all the elements of my nature that are incomprehensible to you into war."

"My dear Dana: Oh, I don't care what you give me. Why should you give me anything at all? That seems to me a foolish custom. I will not be a bride fettered with pearls and diamonds, and flaunting her chains before gods and men. I will have nothing from you but my wedding-ring. I suppose I can't decently refuse that. I think I have told you before—I don't care when. If it has got to be at all, one time is as good as another."

"Yes, oh, yes; I don't care. The last week of September is no worse than the first week of October, that I can see. You and Father must

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