So I was set back again with my canvas flappin', as you might say.
"'No,' says I, 'course you can't.

He's your brother-in-law.' "'But you are my husband,' she says, lookin' at me kind of queer.
Anyhow, it seems kind of queer to me now.

I've thought about that look a good deal since, and sometimes I've wondered if--if.

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