I withered him with a look, or rather tried to wither him, for Tom is no mimosa bud.,
"Why, Molly, Molly, Molly!" drawled that miserable man-doctor as he came and leaned on the sill right close to my elbow. The spoon crashed on the table, and I turned and crashed into words.,
Diving under her stand, she fished out the bundle and opened it with trembling fingers..
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