“Mary, who’s at the door? Put that ointment away and answer the door!” Martha yelled from the kitchen. “I always have to answer the door,” Mary muttered under her breath. Martha gets to spend as much time in the kitchen as she wants, but I spend a few minutes mixing...
But he knoweth the way that I take: when he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold. My foot hath held his steps, his way have I kept, and not declined.
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