Sentence The Threehundredandfortyfirst
“Ah, Scotch Mist may obnubulate plenty of skulduggery, but a pod is a pod whatever way you look at it and whether you call it an ambigram or not, in the looking-glass, still, sin is and always will be!” and Brother Bede put down his goblet and smote Tavish in the chest: “look you to your daughters, Master Tavish! now!”
“Ah, Scotch Mist may obnubulate plenty of skulduggery, but a pod is a pod whatever way you look at it and whether you call it an ambigram or not, in the looking-glass, still, sin is and always will be!” and Brother Bede put down his goblet and smote Tavish in the chest: “look you to your daughters, Master Tavish! now!”
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