Looking at the imprint his hand had left on the visible layer of dust, he realized his home would certainly not pass his mother's white glove test.
I hung up my wash on the line.
Wotcher doing?
There were no whisperings, even from his opponents, that he was no better than he ought to be. Because, there was nothing wrong on which to hang a charge. As an eloquent orator, he carried with him the firm support of a good name.
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