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"My dear Wilford! " exclaimed the thin-faced, angular woman. "I really think you must have taken leave of your senses."
"My dear madam," I cried excitedly, "I haven't the slightest notion of your name. To the best of my knowledge, I've never had the pleasure of meeting you before this moment. Yet you have the boldness to assert that you are my wife! The thing is absolutely preposterous! " I laughed cynically.