[88] “sunbeam I had thrown across his path.” I don't enjoy that sort of talk from men; I like dash and flash and fire in talk, as in action. We reached Albany at four o'clock, and after a little visit to Mrs. Sims, started home, where we arrived soon after dark, without any adventure except being nearly drowned in the ford at Wright's Creek.
[88] “sunbeam I had thrown across his path.” I don't enjoy that sort of talk from men; I like dash and flash and fire in talk, as in action. We reached Albany at four o'clock, and after a little visit to Mrs. Sims, started home, where we arrived soon after dark, without any adventure except being nearly drowned in the ford at Wright's Creek.
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