Michael Malone - Weebly

about. Mr. Mr. Wrath?
No. Mr. Rage. Well, Priss Ransom must be
mistaken about them.
That's all. He seems a perfectly pleasant fellow.
Talking a mile a minute. With really a very nice smile."
"He's the Czar of Russia. They never killed him.
The bullets froze in the snow. She slept with horses,
Catherine the Great."
"Ma. I don't like to hear you repeat ugly rumors like
that when you can't be really sure about the facts.
You're right, he does look Russian. It's the shirt. No,
those rumors about Mrs. Abernathy were really quite
wide of the mark. It's obvious they are friends. Out
here, on the lake for a row, after all. If they were what,
hum, they were accused of being, well, they wouldn't be
here outdoors!" That settled, Highwick smiled happily.
"I must, remind me, I must preach a sermon soon on
believing the worst. Susannah in the garden. Joseph and
Potiphar's wife. Motes in the eye. Cast the first stone.
Glass houses, throwing rocks. Ma! Ma, come back.
No, no, don't throw rocks! Oh, ho-ho, such a clown."
The clergyman laughed at a morose individual who