The Measure of Temperance (The Adventures of Ichabod Temperance Book 6) by Ichabod Temperance Read Free Book Online Page A

from the slack hands of the doleful chap. This snaps the young man awake with a sharpness and alertness that was lacking in the fellow until now.
    “Hey! Don’t you worry Miss Plumtartt! I’ll get it! I sure ’nough wouldn’t let nothing happen to that there parasol of yours!”
    That parasol is immaculate. It will no longer be so if it lands in the deep pools of carriage rutted mud, water, and heaps of manure provided by the teams of waiting horses before the theater.
    The farm boy gains a quick burst of speed and then launches himself in a perfect dive, not unlike that of a magnificent swan, coming in for a landing upon a pond. By Jove, he got it! The boy is able to snag the parasol in mid-flight!”
    sploop
    Outstanding! The parasol is safe! Not a drop of mud on it! Temperance, we assume, is attached to the arm that protrudes from the street’s deep hybrid mix, holding the still immaculate, frilly white parasol aloft.
    Persephone chooses not to take notice of the proceedings.
    I order the driver to move us along.
     
     
     

Chapter Five:
Evening Services
    P.O.V. The Right Reverend Alonzo Dolomite
     
    “Eee-Yes!-Ah! And that, my pretty young flower, is the story of how I single-handedly defeated Sku Le’Bizzare last night in an epic battle of Good versus Evil.”
    “Golly, Reverend Dolomite!”
    “Yes, my delectable darling, fear not, Sweet Charmzelotte, your big brave Reverend Alonzo Dolomite is man enough to see to your every need, my dear. Praise God!”
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    “What was that, Reverend?”
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    “What was what, Sweet Charmzelotte?”
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    “I think I heard a noise, Reverend.”
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    “You didn’t hear anything, you gloriously bountiful girl you, sit back down and behave.”
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    “I’m scared, Reverend Dolomite.”
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    “Settle down, there’s nothing to be afraid of! That unsettling sound is just the wind or something.”
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    “Goodnight, Reverend Dolomite. I’m leaving.”
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    “Sweet young Charmzelotte, wait! Don’t leave me here all alone!”
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    “I hate to admit it, but that is a rather unpleasant noise.
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    “Maybe I’ll just take a little peek outside.”
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    “Great Methodist Punch! There are crowds of groaning parishioners in the yard! And these late night visitors to my little church have a sleep walking shuffle that I am not too keen on.”
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    “Augh! Death-like hands are smashing through the windows! They’re crashing through the doors!”
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    “Stay back! You folks are scaring me to no end! I shall strike out, in an effort to defend myself! Unh! Take that, you death warmed over walking bag of bones!”
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    “Unh! Take that you ugly zo... augh! Your endless masses have over-run me!”
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    “Hah, hah, hah. Bring Reverend Dolomite to me.”
    “Sku Le’Bizzare, I should have known! Call off your creepy crypt commandos before somebody gets hurt!”
    “Silence! You are my prisoner, Dolomite. I will carry you back to the sacred and secret island of San Monique! There, you will be the sacrifice that elevates me to unimaginable powers!”
    “You are crazier than a bedbug, Sku Le’Bizzare. You’ll never get away with it!”
    “Oh, but Reverend Dolomite, I think I will.”
    “Over my dead body!”
    “Oui, that’s the idea, mon.”
    “I won’t go!”
    “Oh, but you