Every back bent a little lower. Every face flushed a little rosier under its coat of grime. Praise from Billy was all they asked.,
“Come, Jethro, Betty’ll carry her li’l white puppykins, pore li’l footsy’s so sore.”,
“I’m the Royal Egyptian Fortune Teller!” Bess announced, in a deep voice. “This is my desert tent. I shall reveal the past, present, and future to those only whom my favor shall designate. Slaves, the lamps!”.
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