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 			<p>As a matter of fact, I have no liking for assignations under the conjugal roof; they are mousetraps, in which the unwary are always caught. But she begged and prayed, and even cried, and at last said: “You shall see how I will love you there.”</p>
 			<p>And those <i epub:type="z3998:phoneme">r</i>’s sounded like the rattle of a drum sounding a charge.</p>
 			<p>Her wish seemed so strange that I could not explain it to myself; but on thinking it over, I thought I could discern a profound hatred for her husband, the secret vengeance of a woman who takes a pleasure in deceiving him, and who, moreover, wishes to deceive him in his own house, between his own sheets, in his own bed.</p>
-			<p>“Is your husband very unkind to you?”I asked her. She looked vexed, and said:</p>
+			<p>“Is your husband very unkind to you?” I asked her. She looked vexed, and said:</p>
 			<p>“Oh, no, he is very kind.”</p>
 			<p>“But you are not fond of him?”</p>
 			<p>She looked at me with astonishment in her large eyes. “Indeed, I am very fond of him, very; but not so fond as I am of you, my darling.”</p>

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 			<p>Then he asked her, for he wanted to know everything: “Just tell me, didn’t you mix your clogs together, one night?”</p>
 			<p>“Yes, I mixed them the first night, and then every other night.”</p>
 			<p>“Well, then, you are pregnant, you great fool!”</p>
-			<p>On hearing that, she began to sob, and stammered: “How could I know? How was I to know?” Old Malandain looked at her knowingly, and appeared very pleased, and then he asked: “What did you not know?” And amid tears she replied: “How was I to know how children were made?”And when her mother came back, the man said, without any anger: “There, she is pregnant, now.”</p>
+			<p>On hearing that, she began to sob, and stammered: “How could I know? How was I to know?” Old Malandain looked at her knowingly, and appeared very pleased, and then he asked: “What did you not know?” And amid tears she replied: “How was I to know how children were made?” And when her mother came back, the man said, without any anger: “There, she is pregnant, now.”</p>
 			<p>But the woman was furious, her finer instinct revolted, and she called her daughter, who was in tears, every name she could think of⁠—a “trollop” and a “strumpet.” Then, however, the old man made her hold her tongue, and as he took up his cap to go and talk the matter over with Master Césaire Omont, he remarked: “She is actually more stupid than I thought she was; she did not even know what he was doing, the fool!”</p>
 			<p>On the next Sunday, after the sermon, the old Curé published the banns between Monsieur Onufre-Césaire Omont and Céleste-Adélaïde Malandain.</p>
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