“H-y-l-a-n is what I said was his name and he don’t own up to flings like you mean any more than our chief executive.”
— from Lonesome Town by E. S. (Ethel Smith) Dorrance
The building is then filled with smoke for several days, or until the fish look yellow and smell good.
— from Our Little Roumanian Cousin by Clara Vostrovsky Winlow
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