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"Don't you get to that point in life when the word 'sin' becomes extraordinarily meaningless, like the word 'time' in that chapter of Ecclesiastes where it occurs so often that when one comes to the end of the chapter 't-i-m-e' means nothing to one. Sin seems to come so often in life it grows meaningless too."
At the same moment someone started a cheer for Katherine down at the other end of the table, and the response was actually deafening: You're the B-E-S-T, best, Of all the R-E-S-T, rest, O, I love you, I love you all the T-I-M-E, time! If you'll be M-I-N-E, mine, I'll be T-H-I-N-E, thine, O, I love you, I love you all the T-I-M-E, time!
Heads whirled back and arms straightened out at sides as though released by a spring. "R-r-i-g-h-t D-r-e-s-s!" Heads and arms repeated their swift motions. "Hold it! Hold it!" rasped the voice. "Who said 'Front? Here, Redhead!" Hinpoha hastily resumed the position she had abandoned too soon. "Now, FRONT! Again, RIGHT DRESS! FRONT! R-r-r-e-a-d-y! M-a-r-r-k t-i-m-e, M-a-h-k! One-two-three-four!
Her clothes were on the chair beside the bed, and they did not look as if they had been disturbed in the night. Sahwah laughed in relief and the fear went out of her heart. "I dreamed it," she said to herself, and went back to bed for another nap before six o'clock, which was the official rising hour at Carver House. "M-a-r-r-k t-i-m-e, m-a-h-k!"
"Oh!" shrieked Agony and Oh-Pshaw simultaneously, and "Oh!" echoed the Winnebagos in rapture. "Sing a cheer to Mr. Wing!" cried Sahwah, and the others complied with a vigor that made the dishes ring: "You're the B-E-S-T, best, Of all the R-E-S-T, rest, Oh, I love you, I love you all the T-I-M-E, time!
As the croupier spun the wheel, three shots rang in an almost continuous explosion and the gamblers fell over each other in an effort to dodge the flying splinters that filled the powder-fogged air. "Little black bull slid down the mountain, L-o-n-g t-i-m-e ago!" roared the Texan as he threw open the cylinder of his gun. "H-e-e-e-e scraped his horn on a hickory saplin', L-o-n-g t-i-m-e ago "
If you'll be M-I-N-E, mine, I'll be T-H-I-N-E, thine, Oh, I love you, I love you all the T-I-M-E, time!" Mr. Wing bowed in acknowledgment of the cheer and his smile showed how much it had pleased him. "Great time you'll have drilling, with those heels of yours," he said teasingly. "I wish I could be there to see."
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