“I’d have to be blown up into a thousand pieces. " The doctor was in the middle fifties, gray and careworn, but with alert blue eyes and a gentle mouth. "Is your master at home?" inquired the jailer. ” She controlled a sob. Mr. Capes flashed to an understanding of her intention, sprang to his feet, and opened the door for her retreat. Ain’t enough as I’ve got militiamen quartered on me this se’ennight, lazing about all day, eating me out of house and home and drinking my liquor into the bargain. “My Mom never gets a good night’s sleep.
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