Mrs. Wilson stood, the picture of amazement. "Have you gone stark and ravin' crazy, Anson?" she asked sternly. Then, anger mastering her, she reached for the broom standing in the corner. Anson promptly made his escape, but as he passed the open window, he gazed wildly in at his mother and cried again: "Don't you have nuthin' to do with that gold, Ma. If you do we'll all get burnt up in our beds, er get clawed to tatters!"
m777 bet, "And what is that conviction, madam?" asked Sir William, from whose jolly round face fatigue had robbed much of its warm colour.
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m777 bet Anson, sitting slit-eyed and gleeful close beside him, received the slap with a force that knocked his face into his porridge bowl..
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