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Humorous Masterpieces from American Literature

Every window was closed, every grate from basement to attic had a fire lighted in it, and little pans of brimstone were burning in every room and hall in the house, while we, astonished, indignant, frightened, and amused, sat enduring the torments of vapor and sulphur baths to the point of suffocation.
"I can't bear this another moment," wheezed Mel.
"It's the only way," replied Aunt Pen, serenely, with a rivulet trickling down her nose. "You kill the germs by heat, and since we can't bake ourselves quite to death, we make sure of the work by the fumes."
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Humorous Masterpieces from American Literature

Lottie Pilgrim was standing under the hall burners with her elbow on the newel-post, looking more vividly charming than he had ever seen her before at Mrs. Cramcroud's sociable or elsewhere. When startled by the apparition of Mr. Daniel Lovegrove instead of the little Rumbullion whom she was expecting,—she had no time to exclaim or hide her mounting color, none at all to explain to her own mind the mistake that had occurred, before his arm was clasped around her waist, and his lips so closely pressed to hers, that through her soft thick hair she could feel the throbbing of his temples.
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Humorous Masterpieces from American Literature

For the doctor had told us to laugh at these whims all we might.
"Oh, you heartless girl!" said Aunt Pen. "To think of pictures at such a time!" And she closed her eyes as if weary of the world.
"I never saw anybody who liked to revel in the ghastly the way you do, Aunt Pen."
"Mel!" said Aunt Pen, with quite a show of color in her cheek; "I shall send you down stairs."
"Do," said Mel; "where I can cut out my gown in peace."
"Cutting a gown at the bedside of the dying! Are you cold-blooded, or are you insensible?"
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