Sentence The Onehundredandninth
And as for Tabby Shanter, well, although she was retired from her University post – a useful cover for many years – she would never truly 'retire' from her self; nor had she ever forgotten little Teri Somerville who had been close to her daughter, Tammy; but over the years things always moved forwards, never back – Tammy was now with Bernie Westwater, a cousin of the rather dubious O'Hooligan twins, Dixie and Bunty, and her job at The Scotsman was an excellent position for her to bring particular matters to the fore; the latest, a picture spread on the theft of the Stone of Scone from Westminster Abbey had suggested itself in last year's Referendum on Scottish Independence and, though it had resulted in a majority No Vote, the subsequent sweeping win in the General Election for Ginger Goldfish's Nationalist Party at the expense of the traditional majority party in North Britain (as her employers tended to regard Scotland) had rather upset the apple-cart; she disliked the use of such clichés by her immediate superior – in truth, she disliked him and not only because he had once, carelessly, almost as though it was his droit de seigneur as her Section Head, fumblingly tried to seduce her but her rebuff of him had been swift and absolute and he had never dared make that mistake again for she had made it clear to him that the dossier of photographic (and very graphic those photographs were) evidence of his various proclivities which were not restricted to grown women could be published and would be, if anything untoward were to happen to her - even such as dismissal; so why was she now remembering Maude Lyttleton – of course, she had told Maude that she connected her with Lady Mede in Piers Plowman and Maude had laughed and said that he was such a cheeky scop, William Langland and in the course of their little tête-à -tête, she and Maude had
found that they shared a secret desire, to eviscerate one particular man – among so many, it seems penny-pinching now, to choose but one – and he a rising Advocate from a highly striving family, past members of which had been Gentleman Ushers to the Queen, Grand Masters of the Masonic Order, a cuckold of James the Second (or Eighth you're a Royalist Nationalist Jacobite) and all sharing the one name, the same as the founder of their Dynasty and inherited out of the Stygian darkness from whence He sprang: Martin Elginrod!
And as for Tabby Shanter, well, although she was retired from her University post – a useful cover for many years – she would never truly 'retire' from her self; nor had she ever forgotten little Teri Somerville who had been close to her daughter, Tammy; but over the years things always moved forwards, never back – Tammy was now with Bernie Westwater, a cousin of the rather dubious O'Hooligan twins, Dixie and Bunty, and her job at The Scotsman was an excellent position for her to bring particular matters to the fore; the latest, a picture spread on the theft of the Stone of Scone from Westminster Abbey had suggested itself in last year's Referendum on Scottish Independence and, though it had resulted in a majority No Vote, the subsequent sweeping win in the General Election for Ginger Goldfish's Nationalist Party at the expense of the traditional majority party in North Britain (as her employers tended to regard Scotland) had rather upset the apple-cart; she disliked the use of such clichés by her immediate superior – in truth, she disliked him and not only because he had once, carelessly, almost as though it was his droit de seigneur as her Section Head, fumblingly tried to seduce her but her rebuff of him had been swift and absolute and he had never dared make that mistake again for she had made it clear to him that the dossier of photographic (and very graphic those photographs were) evidence of his various proclivities which were not restricted to grown women could be published and would be, if anything untoward were to happen to her - even such as dismissal; so why was she now remembering Maude Lyttleton – of course, she had told Maude that she connected her with Lady Mede in Piers Plowman and Maude had laughed and said that he was such a cheeky scop, William Langland and in the course of their little tête-à -tête, she and Maude had
found that they shared a secret desire, to eviscerate one particular man – among so many, it seems penny-pinching now, to choose but one – and he a rising Advocate from a highly striving family, past members of which had been Gentleman Ushers to the Queen, Grand Masters of the Masonic Order, a cuckold of James the Second (or Eighth you're a Royalist Nationalist Jacobite) and all sharing the one name, the same as the founder of their Dynasty and inherited out of the Stygian darkness from whence He sprang: Martin Elginrod!
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