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Violet took his crea his head away In fact, he persisted only out of an incorrigible sensuality, and finally withdrew a pace or two, leaving creamy traces still upon the saucer With a multitude of fond words his kinda visible effort, he returned and disposed of the to stroke him "Eat um all up nice clean Dood for ole sweet sin!" She continued to stroke him, and Violet half closed his eye, but not with love or serenity, for he si to say: "Oh, do take your hands off o' me!" Then he opened the eye and paid a little attention to sounds froe concealed that yard from the view of Violet, but the sounds were eloquent to hieneral species when threatening atrocities The accent ht perfectly the sense of as being said, and instinctively he muttered reciprocal curses within himself

"What a matta, honey?" his cohten poor Violet!"

Froirl in hushed but urgent conversation; and with these sounds there s and the like, as well as those low vocalizings that Violet had recognized; but suddenly there were muffled explosions, like fireworks choked in feather beds; and the hurew uncontrollably souishable "Ow!" "Hush up, can't you? You want to bring the whole town to--ow!" "Hush up yourself!" "Oh, goodness!" "Look out! Don't let her----" "Well, look what she's doin' to me, can't you?" "For Heavenses' sakes, catch holt and----Ow!"

Then came a husky voice, inevitably that of a horrified coloured person hastening froirl was heard in furious yet hoarsely guarded vehe the clo'es prop! We can poke that one down froo!"

Mrs Balche shook her head "Naughty children!" she said, as she picked up the saucer and went to the kitchen door, which she held open for Violet to enter "Want to come with mamma?"