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You want to know whats the matter with me, do yer? My! aint men blindern moles? It aint nothin new, be sure o that. Why, ef youd had eyes youd ha seed Me changin under your very nose, Each day a little diffrent. But you never see nothin, you dont. Dont touch me, Jake, Dont you darst to touch me, I aint in no humour. Thats whats come over me; Jest a change clear through. You lay still, anll tell yer, Ive had it on my mind to tell yer Fer some time. Its a strain livin a lie from mornin till night, Anm goin to put an end to it right now. An dont make any mistake about one thing, When I married yer I loved yer. Why, your voice ud make Me go hot and cold all over, An your kisses most stopped my heart from beatin. Lord! I was a silly fool. But thats the way twas. Well, I married yer An thought Heavn was comin To set on the door-step. Heavn didnt do no settin, Though the first year warnt so bad. The babys fever threw you off some, I guess, | 
