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“Maria, where is St. Elmo?” asked Mrs. Mifsud, as with flushed face she basted some fowls in the oven. “I can dance, too,” she said with childish pride. “Wisht I had two bits.”.
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“Hurt?” “Are your going to church?” she asked, disappointment drawing her lips to a tremulous curve. “That man Zalhambone’s playin’ rasped all up an’ down my spine,” she criticized. Then harking back to thrills she really had felt despite her prejudice, she admitted grudgingly, “My, but his han’s did fly over them keys permiscuous-like.” They all went off, a merry, noisy troop. And the disappearing sun was the last to say to Billy “Good-night.”.
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