‘Sapristi,’ he gasped. Wood, in equal trepidation. With the extra seventy-five pounds she had put after birthing her final son, Steven, her knees weren’t in good shape to be running up and down stairs all day. I've a couple of kinchens in yonder rattler, whom I wish to place under old Sharples's care. She was a trained being—trained by an implacable mother to one end.
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