. The Ladies' home journal. s telling,arresting enough. They came, quicker thanthought, from she knew not where, in herclear, piping treble. I think, Mr. Considine, she said, brightlyand confidingly out of the innocence ofher heart, that you are more knave thanfool. There was a moment of silence so appall-ing that all the nerves in Prissys body seemedto tingle agonizingly, and then she felt sud-denly sick and very cold, as if a great clammyfrog were squatting in her entrails. A deeply shocked sound came from AuntAthene. I am ashamed of you, she said, ina hissing whisper. Dont laugh at her,Alex
. The Ladies' home journal. s telling,arresting enough. They came, quicker thanthought, from she knew not where, in herclear, piping treble. I think, Mr. Considine, she said, brightlyand confidingly out of the innocence ofher heart, that you are more knave thanfool. There was a moment of silence so appall-ing that all the nerves in Prissys body seemedto tingle agonizingly, and then she felt sud-denly sick and very cold, as if a great clammyfrog were squatting in her entrails. A deeply shocked sound came from AuntAthene. I am ashamed of you, she said, ina hissing whisper. Dont laugh at her,Alexis, please. If there is anything on earthone abominates, it is a pert, precociouschild. I can only apologize for having broughther. Out of the abyss of her desolation, Prissysaw with amazement that Mr. Considine wasconvulsed with silent laughter. He was in aparoxysm of mirth that seemed to come fromdeep inside him, and was betrayed only bythe quivering of his mouth and the twitchingof his nostrils. Time stood still while he.
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