The Tragedy of Pudd'nhead Wilson • Paragraph 109
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"Dah--now you's fixed." She propped the child in a chair and stood off to inspect it. Straightway her eyes began to widen with astonishment and admiration, and she clapped her hands and cried out, "Why, it do beat all!--I never knowed you was so lovely. Marse Tommy ain't a bit puttier--not a single bit."