Hoh, hoh! cried Ab'm, pointing a big fat finger at her, that might have been cleaner; hear her now. An' she said her shoes warn't never goin' to wear out. Hoh, hoh!

Some boys had latterly tried to impart gaiety to the ruin by using the central arena as a cricket-ground. But the game usually languished for the aforesaid reason—the dismal privacy which the earthen circle enforced, shutting out every appreciative passer’s vision, every commendatory remark from outsiders—everything, except the sky; and to play at games in such circumstances was like acting to an empty house.

During an ongoing pandemic conjoined with an intensifying operational crisis inside U.S. prisons, mass clemency should be the first step of many toward a decarceral agenda that could still––if he’s bold enough to seize the opportunity––define Biden’s presidency.

So many businesses are upset about the trend that a number of fax directories have taken an antijunk stand. […] As the unsolicited documents pile up, they are bound to inspire a new line of antijunk technology.