It was quite possible that she knew nothing, that Salvat, in a spirit of prudence, had even refrained from sending any tidings of himself.
— from The Three Cities Trilogy: Paris, Volume 2 by Émile Zola
"Uncle Jeth, this must be a new species of possum; he eats roots like any muskrat," I said innocently.
— from Wild Life Near Home by Dallas Lore Sharp
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