Status Updates From The Sexes

Wearily she left the room and went down the hall. She stopped at the pantry door, pushed it open, and spoke to the pleasant little maid.
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Wearily little Mrs. Murdock went on down the hall to her bedroom.

All right. That fixes it. I throw in the towel right now. I know when I'm licked. There'll be no more nonsense; I will turn on the light and read my head off. Till the next ten o'clock, if I feel like it. And what does La Rochefoucauld want to make of that? Oh, he will, eh? Yes, he will! He and who else? La Rochefoucauld and what very few people?