When the carpenter concluded his recital, Jonathan was for a moment lost in reflection. Their soft, voluptuous bodies wove among each other to the faint notes of a lyre. ’ ‘Yolande, my maid?’ ‘You don’t need a maid,’ Martha said stoutly. "I'll tell you," answered Jonathan, sternly. She frowned, appearing to think for a moment.
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