Sentence The Twelfth
“Oh, ye gods,” groaned Daphne, glancing down the list which Roxy had drawn from her capacious handbag, “this, this inventory of the people you met earlier in the vicinity of the High Street, has almost as many names as the Inverary and Inverurie Caber Tossing Classes I attended as a stripling - how we can possibly narrow it down, when it contains Doctors of Law from the Court of Session, Dustmen from Duddingston, Organ-grinders from Portobello, Ophthalmologists from Port Seton. Mince-meat makers from Easter Road and Moguls (or are they Oligarchs) from Cramond, I don't know,” at which Maude interjected with a cry of “Piffle!” for she had spotted a unique contradiction in the nomenclatura mentioned by Daphne; “an Organ-grinder from Portobello, and a Mince-meat maker form Easter Road and a Mogul from Cramond; why, Daphne, you must see the connection - doesn't that remind you of The Black Douglas and The Heart of Robert The Bruce?”
"Something Fishy Afoot!" thought Daphnie
“Oh, ye gods,” groaned Daphne, glancing down the list which Roxy had drawn from her capacious handbag, “this, this inventory of the people you met earlier in the vicinity of the High Street, has almost as many names as the Inverary and Inverurie Caber Tossing Classes I attended as a stripling - how we can possibly narrow it down, when it contains Doctors of Law from the Court of Session, Dustmen from Duddingston, Organ-grinders from Portobello, Ophthalmologists from Port Seton. Mince-meat makers from Easter Road and Moguls (or are they Oligarchs) from Cramond, I don't know,” at which Maude interjected with a cry of “Piffle!” for she had spotted a unique contradiction in the nomenclatura mentioned by Daphne; “an Organ-grinder from Portobello, and a Mince-meat maker form Easter Road and a Mogul from Cramond; why, Daphne, you must see the connection - doesn't that remind you of The Black Douglas and The Heart of Robert The Bruce?”
"Something Fishy Afoot!" thought Daphnie
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