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Show 101, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country and at length found myself, as the shades of evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher. The hands flew up. "Mr. Clayton! Mr. Clayton!" "Four sentences!" "No six sentences!" "That happens to be one sentence. Now you see what fun this is? Don't let me catch you on the streets, as they say, ten years from now, saying 'I just didn't get English"'-now the quick class was smiling up at him--"Maybe some doctors can get away with burying their mistakes, but you people, you're too good, you're showing some pride; well it's the first subject they list, isn't it, at the top of your report card, the King's English." "King who?" "So you're listening, okay today we learn, review or learn, I never know, what is maybe your most sophisticated mark of punctuation. When you use this correctly you are going to impress a lot of people, and what would the little sign be, Miss Albury?" "The semi-colon." "Okay and Maxwell what does it look like?" "Comma and a period." "Fine, and when you're using comma-and-a-period, here, you're putting the brakes on, why, anybody, |