ToC The heart-piercing scream uttered by Mrs. I stubbornly insisted that we wait, and you woke up. And, incidentally, check on that unfortunate young fellow Kimble. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. Their example was immediately imitated by the officers, constables, javelin men, and other attendants; and nothing was to be heard but shouts of laughter and jesting,—nothing seen but the passing of glasses, and the emptying of foaming jugs. Then began expostulations, preluded by a telegram and headed by her aunt.
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