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"Why, yes, Maria! " I exclaimed, "the way Mrs. Marsh bore up was just wonderful to see! Twelve miles in deep snow, heavy marching through thickets and scrub, over ditches and dykes, stumps and pitfalls, with never a word of complaint, as though it were a picnic! You'd never have dreamt she was just out of prison."
"Yes, of course," said Maria, proudly, "that would be just like her. And where is she now, Ivan Ilitch?"