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Their attempt at housekeeping failed. Although Eleanor had hired a very deaf old scrubwoman to do the cooking, somehow the food wasn't properly prepared. After Maurice had broken a tooth on one of her soft-boiled eggs, they gave it up and went to boarding.
They had a nice third-story room, with a black-marble mantelpiece, an antique carpet and steel engravings of Lincoln's Cabinet and Daniel Webster. It was a dear little lovenest. Every evening Maurice played solitaire on a marble-topped table. She put on an old wrapper, let down her hair, made it all nice and stringy with cologne, lay down on the bed and moaned. They were three years married now. He was twenty-two, she was going on for about sixty-six.