human
had arrived at the house of Mrs. Swipes, they were very highly charged with electricity. They had lashed themselves into a very respectable sort of fury. Even Aunt Sonora, amiable as she was, muttered to herself, while crossing the road--
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Starve a child!
human
There was no story so large that it was unexpected, or beyond her power to add a little to it--no black so black, that she couldn't make it a little blacker--no slander so public, but that she had heard a little more than her neighbors of it. A piece of scandal melted like sugar in her mouth, and it seemed to send a glow over her whole being while she digested it; it braced her up for a whole day, and carried her through the most fiery domestic trials--no story, therefore, ever lost strength or sting while in her keeping--it gathered weight and power like a snowball--she paid it out with interest. Her husband, Zeb Swipes, she didn't like, for he did not care a pin about his neighbors,