Edna wondered if they had all gone mad, to be talking and clamoring at that rate. She herself could think of… — Kate Chopin
Edna wondered if they had all gone mad, to be talking and clamoring at that rate. She herself could think of nothing to say about Mexico or the Mexicans.
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