2023-12-02

still it seems to me a bit rough on the women, especially

time:2023-12-02 22:56:25source:Yingge Butterfly Dance Netauthor:art

The old lady set out on her way to Mrs. Frost's.

still it seems to me a bit rough on the women, especially

Her road lay through the woods, where an unforeseen danger lay in wait for her.

still it seems to me a bit rough on the women, especially

Meanwhile Pomp was pursuing military science under difficulties. The weight of the musket made it very awkward for him to handle. Several times he got out of patience with it, and apostrophized it in terms far from complimentary. At last, in one of his awkward maneuvers, he accidentally pulled the trigger. Instantly there was a loud report, followed by a piercing shriek from the road. The charge had entered old Mrs. Payson's umbrella and knocked it out of her hand. The old lady fancied herself hit, and fell backward, kicking energetically, and screaming "murder" at the top of her lungs.

still it seems to me a bit rough on the women, especially

The musket had done double execution. It was too heavily loaded, and as it went off, 'kicked,' leaving Pomp, about as scared as the old lady, sprawling on the ground.

Henry Morton was only a few rods off when he heard the explosion. He at once ran to the old lady's assistance, fancying her hurt. She shrieked the louder on his approach, imagining that he was a robber, and had fired at her.

"Go away!" she cried, in affright. "I ain't got any money. I'm a poor, destitute widder!"

"What do you take me for?" inquired Mr. Morton, somewhat amazed at this mode of address.

"Ain't you a highwayman?" asked the old lady.

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