Snake and Sword - A Novel by Percival Christopher Wren
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quick suspicion.
"Dam made a _fathe_ at me," whimpered the smitten one. "Say 'made a grimace' not 'made a face,'" corrected Miss Smellie. "Only God can make _faces_." Dam exploded. "At what are you laughing, Damocles?" she asked sternly. "Nothing, Miss Smellie. What you said sounded rather funny and a little irrevilent or is it irrembrant?" "Damocles! Should _I_ be likely to say anything Irreverent? Should _I_ ever dream of Irreverence? What _can_ you mean? And never let me see you make faces again." "I didn't let you see me, Miss Smellie, and only God can make faces--" "Leave the room at once, Sir, I shall report your impudence to your great-uncle," hissed Miss Smellie, rising in wrath--and the bad abandoned boy had attained his object. Detention in the nursery for a Sunday afternoon was no part of his programme. Most unobtrusively Lucille faded away also. "_Isn't_ she a hopeless beast," murmured she as the door closed. "Utter rotter," admitted the boy. "Let's slope out into the garden and |
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