“I don’t give two whoops ef he does,” Betty was bubbling with suppressed mirth.,
Yet they had already stopped, turned, and driven quickly to the house, hurried by the frenzy in the boy’s tones.,
“As the door creaketh on his hinges, so the slugger turneth on his bed.” Liza Wopp’s voice was compelling in its significance. Through the rose-lit dreams of Moses, the sound and the awful words were like the threatenings of an approaching storm..
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