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 Ah, now, they've begun to wrestle as to who'll be first at the house. [The Women come to the door struggling] No, I have the right of place for I married the better man.

My nails in your neck and shoulder.

And go before me if you can. My husband fought in the West.

[Kneeling in the door so as to keep the others out who pull at her] But what did he fight with there