When I think of those folks, living in one room and getting along like a couple of strange bulldogs, I feel like stringing with the man who says that we get our hell on this earth sometimes.
I followed after, fordulled for rudeness, […]
Yet More's conscience was responding to a world just a little more plural than the world he was born in
The sound was the stroke of a bell from the tower of East Endelstow Church. . . . The death-knell of an inhabitant of the eastern parish was being tolled.
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