...and gentle happy and peaceful, tasting the mean goodness of their living like the last of their suppers in their mout — James Agee, A Death in the Family
...and gentle happy and peaceful, tasting the mean goodness of their living like the last of their suppers in their mout — James Agee, A Death in the Family
...and gentle happy and peaceful, tasting the mean goodness of their living like the last of their suppers in their mout — James Agee, A Death in the Family
...and gentle happy and peaceful, tasting the mean goodness of their living like the last of their suppers in their mout — James Agee, A Death in the Family
...and gentle happy and peaceful, tasting the mean goodness of their living like the last of their suppers in their mout — James Agee, A Death in the Family
...and gentle happy and peaceful, tasting the mean goodness of their living like the last of their suppers in their mout — James Agee, A Death in the Family
...and gentle happy and peaceful, tasting the mean goodness of their living like the last of their suppers in their mout — James Agee, A Death in the Family
...and gentle happy and peaceful, tasting the mean goodness of their living like the last of their suppers in their mout — James Agee, A Death in the Family
...and gentle happy and peaceful, tasting the mean goodness of their living like the last of their suppers in their mout — James Agee, A Death in the Family
...and gentle happy and peaceful, tasting the mean goodness of their living like the last of their suppers in their mout — James Agee, A Death in the Family
...and gentle happy and peaceful, tasting the mean goodness of their living like the last of their suppers in their mout — James Agee, A Death in the Family
...and gentle happy and peaceful, tasting the mean goodness of their living like the last of their suppers in their mout — James Agee, A Death in the Family
...and gentle happy and peaceful, tasting the mean goodness of their living like the last of their suppers in their mout — James Agee, A Death in the Family
...and gentle happy and peaceful, tasting the mean goodness of their living like the last of their suppers in their mout — James Agee, A Death in the Family
...and gentle happy and peaceful, tasting the mean goodness of their living like the last of their suppers in their mout — James Agee, A Death in the Family
...and gentle happy and peaceful, tasting the mean goodness of their living like the last of their suppers in their mout — James Agee, A Death in the Family
...and gentle happy and peaceful, tasting the mean goodness of their living like the last of their suppers in their mout — James Agee, A Death in the Family
...and gentle happy and peaceful, tasting the mean goodness of their living like the last of their suppers in their mout — James Agee, A Death in the Family
...and gentle happy and peaceful, tasting the mean goodness of their living like the last of their suppers in their mout — James Agee, A Death in the Family
...and gentle happy and peaceful, tasting the mean goodness of their living like the last of their suppers in their mout — James Agee, A Death in the Family
...and gentle happy and peaceful, tasting the mean goodness of their living like the last of their suppers in their mout — James Agee, A Death in the Family
...and gentle happy and peaceful, tasting the mean goodness of their living like the last of their suppers in their mout — James Agee, A Death in the Family
...and gentle happy and peaceful, tasting the mean goodness of their living like the last of their suppers in their mout — James Agee, A Death in the Family
...and gentle happy and peaceful, tasting the mean goodness of their living like the last of their suppers in their mout — James Agee, A Death in the Family
...and gentle happy and peaceful, tasting the mean goodness of their living like the last of their suppers in their mout — James Agee, A Death in the Family
...and gentle happy and peaceful, tasting the mean goodness of their living like the last of their suppers in their mout — James Agee, A Death in the Family
...and gentle happy and peaceful, tasting the mean goodness of their living like the last of their suppers in their mout — James Agee, A Death in the Family
...and gentle happy and peaceful, tasting the mean goodness of their living like the last of their suppers in their mout — James Agee, A Death in the Family
...and gentle happy and peaceful, tasting the mean goodness of their living like the last of their suppers in their mout — James Agee, A Death in the Family
...and gentle happy and peaceful, tasting the mean goodness of their living like the last of their suppers in their mout — James Agee, A Death in the Family
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...and gentle happy and peaceful, tasting the mean goodness of their living like the last of their suppers in their mouths.

— James Agee, A Death in the Family
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