“I do not blame him. I’ve never had a homemade Thanksgiving meal like that. The procession had just got into line of march, when a dreadful groan, mixed with yells, hootings, and execrations, was heard. Who knows?—on the analogy of “Squiggles” she might come to call him “Mangles!” “I don’t think I can ever marry any one,” she said, and fell suddenly into another set of considerations that perplexed her for a time.
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