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Now remember, Sarah, an old woman, it had ceased to be with her as a wife. No woman ninety years old... Maybe twenty or thirty years, maybe, since she'd been a wife to Abraham. They were old. And she laughed in herself; you know, what we call, "laugh up our sleeve." Said, "Me, an old woman like I am; and my lord, Abraham, out there, old too; and me have pleasure like a bride again with Abraham?" And she laughed about it.
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