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[89]“Mother, do come and look at the procession,” Edith called cautiously from the trellises, where she was slyly watching. “Come, come! We can’t be cremated while we wait. Mush!” Billy hesitated a minute. The dim room, the wicked-looking red lights, Bess so stern and mysterious,—this might frighten the little girl. He ought to wait..
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Mrs. Mifsud had entered the room in time to hear the last remark. Owing to the paucity of minds as keenly intellectual as her own, Mrs. Mifsud always tried to keep her remarks to a suitable level so that all present might comprehend her language. The heights, alas! must be scaled by her alone. While willing to acknowledge the substantial character of Mrs. Wopp, she considered her sadly deficient in grammar and social graces. She now interposed. They came to the crest of the gorge. “We’ll have to slow up and zig-zag down carefully or they’ll hear us an’ get away,” Billy suggested. The young dancers in the hall found the change of music decidedly exhilarating, as an occasional whoop testified. “Some of the real stuff,” he requested, “just to make these folks realize they haven’t begun to live yet.”.
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