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March 11, 2006
"Why, Marsha—why? Why did you leave me, just as the wounds from my baking accident were beginning to heal?" Lord Salisbury asked, with a piteous look. "Oh, Manfred," Marsha replied. "Oh, Manfred Manfred Manfred." "That's not really much of an answer," he pointed out. "No, I suppose it is not," she said, bursting into tears. "There, there—don't cry," he said, striking her. "It's all right now. Everything's going to be all right." "Oh, I'm so ashamed," she stammered. "Darling Manfred, you must know that I have always loved you, except during last May, and that I always shall love you."