I cried out and my own voice was muffled by the hood.
Refuse to be ill. Never tell people you are ill; never own it to yourself. Illness is one of those things which a man should resist on principle.
O Lord, help me to be pure, but not yet.
At my lemonade stand I used to give the first glass away free and charge five dollars for the second glass. The refill contained the antidote.
If you refuse to be made straight when you are green, you will not be made straight when you are dry.
Sack over my head and cinched it tight around my windpipe.
I nearly fell again, but new hands grabbed me from in front and dragged me down a steel floor and then forced me to my knees and locked my hands to something behind me.