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"Let me give you a useful tip, Emerson: attribute nothing to Fate.
"It was so wet and muddy," Sara answered, "it was hard to walk, because my shoes were so bad and slipped about."
"Don't do it!" said Mr. Crunches looking about, as if he rather expected to see the loaf disappear under the efficacy of his wife's petitions.
And what was their shimmer but the shimmer of the scum that mantled the cesspool of the court of a slobbering Stuart.
