Seward. Don't give Horace a single spoonful of United States pap, Aunt Aby. He favored you only because he hated me.
Aunt Aby. Hush, Billy. I must pin him to my Baltimore apron. If I don't stop his mouth he will go to the flesh pots of Cleveland or Chicago. These boys
must be well fed or they will turn out their school marm.
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