Diane spooned warm apple-rhubarb pie onto the girl’s plates, topping each with scoops of ice cream. I saw the metal box a hundred times, but I never thought of opening it until the day I fled. At a sign from Ah Cum, official custodian of the sightseers, the polechair coolies pressed toward the left and halted. Why ain’t you gorn? Seems to me I had ought to arrest you. I've a couple of kinchens in yonder rattler, whom I wish to place under old Sharples's care. She was weeping now. “Don’t be a hypocrite.
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