From where he stood Billy could see the distress in her face. He must think of a way to get her, and he must, must hurry!,
Then Moses commenced. He ran up and down a chromatic scale of puffs and groans and sniffles, ending with a cadence that sounded like, “Gosh dern!”,
“What’s the Golden Text, Norer?”.
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