She became aware of the Scotch student regarding her
with stupendous amazement, a tea-cup poised in one hairy hand and his faceted
glasses showing a various enlargement of segments of his eye. He was unaware that his illness had opened the way to the inherent conscience
and that the acquired had been temporarily blanketed, or that there was any
ancient fanaticalism in his blood. Marry,
come up! I'll see who's to be obeyed. Then there was Tom Jarrot, the
hackney-coachman, who was pitched off the box against yonder curbstone, and
broke his leg. My Mom is hell bent on having the biggest, most
beautiful house in the neighborhood, my college
education be damned. Her time and
effort was justly rewarded, because the hard cold facts she
knew about neighborhood intrigues were better than
fictional soap operas. It had gone with the rest.
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