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"I felt nothing, nothing, but the one thing that I was powerless to help you," says Mona, passionately; "that was bitter." "Oh, never mind your young and innocent days: we never heard of them," says Dorothy, impatiently. "Do get on to it." A long time ago there was a man who had two wives. They were not good women; they did not look after their home nor try to keep things comfortable there. If the man brought in plenty of buffalo cow skins they did not tan them well, and often when he came home at night, hungry and tired after his hunting, he had no food, for these women would be away from the lodge, visiting their relations and having a good time..
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