” “She liked everything. You did not say a word about it last week, nor have you written. ’ ‘Yolande, my maid?’ ‘You don’t need a maid,’ Martha said stoutly. Playing became a way of escape. That is all I ask. She had not thought anything could equal her despair at that moment. I did not know what God had in mind then. His shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged hat. He stopped short of a group of adolescent saplings and turned the ignition off.
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