A white apron was tied round his waist, and into the apron was thrust a short
thick truncheon, which looked very much like a rolling-pin. ’
‘Lord,’ Gerald murmured, awed more by the outspokenness of his hostess than
by what she had said. “Call me Cathy, John. He was not addicted to
monologue, and the only audible comment he permitted himself at first upon a
universe that was evidently anything but satisfactory to him that afternoon, was
one compact and entirely unassigned “Damn!”
The word must have had some gratifying quality, because he repeated it. She had never expected John
capable of saying such things, of thinking such macabre
ideas. Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth in paragraph
1. ”
It was a long, meandering talk, stupid, shameful, and unavoidable. ”
Her thoughts went into solution for a time, while she listened to a lark singing. ‘That’s my pet name. Did
you search the yard, fool?"
"Ve did," replied Abraham; "and found his fine goat and ruffles torn to shtrips on
de shpikes near de creat cate. He thrust out a rhetorical hand. I'll speak to McClintock to-night and see if he won't take us
for a junket on The Tigress. ” He shook her diminutive hand. "
"So it is, child. Only old
librarians and Shirley Temples say that.
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