Sentence The Threehundredandninetyfirst

“So,” asked Aunt Maude, “what you meant to say was:

'She was only a peccable, manspreading, urbane, cunctator,

But when she shows her hand, it could make a Royal Flush!'

is that right?” and I nodded, and she continued: “well when you see the possibilities, it could have been far worse than it was, but such a pity you can't correct typos, have a word with the Publisher, I hear he is as nice as they get,” and with that, I was dismissed.