" "By my soul, no," replied Jonathan, with affected sincerity. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. Rowland and his companions instantly started in pursuit, leaving the lady to recover as she might. That is how I learned that there were such things as novels. What Miss Miniver would have called the Higher Truth supervenes. Shari was snoring soundly.
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