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He thought of at least three houses in the village where that very night he would have found lights and laughter and clever talk, and the prodding sympathy of earnest women who made the sternest happening of the day seem nothing more than a dress rehearsal for the evening’s narration of it.
- Eleanor Hallowell Abbott, The Sick-a-Bed Lady (1911) [full text]