" "He's coming!" cried Jack, stamping his foot, with vexation. I hate children. She elected to go to prison. " "My mind's made up," rejoined Jack, coldly,—"we part to-night. That’s my point. “I wonder,” she said, “why one writes him sentences like that? It’ll have to go,” she decided, “I’ve written too many already. Truth to tell, more damage had been done in the enthusiastic chase carried out by the militiamen detailed to catch it. “I will not have this slavery,” she said. Kneebone cordially on the shoulder, and began to laugh as heartily as any of them. It was a motor accident—a fatal motor accident the evening papers called it. “Let’s go home. "Though you lorded it over that fond fool, Mrs. “And now,” she said, splintering the surviving piece of coal into indignant flame-spurting fragments with one dexterous blow, “what am I to do? “I’m in a hole!—mess is a better word, expresses it better.
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