Unformatted text preview: they told you to tell me; and every last thing you can think of.’ Well, I see I was up a stump — and up it good. Providence had stood by me this fur all right, but I was hard and tight aground now. I see it warn’t a bit of use to try to go ahead — I’d got to throw up my hand. So I says to myself, here’s another place where I got to resk the truth. I opened my mouth to begin; but she grabbed me and hustled me in behind the bed, and says: ‘Here he comes! Stick your head down lower — there, that’ll do; you can’t be seen now. Don’t you let on you’re...
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- Summer '13
- English, English-language films, Debut albums, Mrs. Phelps, cold chills