Well$$$ don't let your mouth start nothing that your ass can't stand. When you gone to get married? You need to have some babies. It'll settle you. "I don't want to make somebody else. I want to make myself."

The sad thing was that Pauline did not really care for clothes and makeup. She merely wanted other women to cast favorable glances her way.

And like any artist with no art form$$$ she became dangerous.

Lying on a ring of onion$$$ a tomato slice exposed its seedy smile$$$ one she remembers to this moment.

Men who knew their manhood lay in their guns and were not even embarrassed by the knowledge that without gunshot fox would laugh at them.

He couldn't stay there surrounded by a passel of slaves whose silence made him imagine an avalanche seen from a great distance. No sound$$$ just the knowledge of a roar he could not hear.

None of them knew the downright pleasure of enchantment$$$ of not suspecting but knowing the things behind things.

Outside$$$ snow solidified itself into graceful forms. The peace of winter stars seemed permanent.

Bryn Mawr had done what a four-year dose of liberal education was designed to do: unfit her for eighty percent of the useful work of the world.

Gather up your loins$$$ daughter. You named Lillian Florence Jones after my mother. A tougher lady never lived. Find your talent and drive it.