We'll lather him with mud, shave him with a rusty razor, and drench him with aqua pompaginis. The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. Her mind turned and accused itself of having been cold and hard. “I have learned that. ‘I’ll make it, miss.
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