Hope you ate light before you got here. We'll lather him with mud, shave him with a rusty razor, and drench him with aqua pompaginis. She could feel his warm little body trying to snuggle into her, trying to wriggle loose of his swaddling cloth. Nowhere could he see that reaching, menacing Hand. The temperature soared to one hundred degrees, sickeningly hot. The little girl uttered no remonstrance; but, replacing the flowers in the basket, burst into tears, and withdrew.
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