The rest of the aunts didn't say, "You betcher" or "You've got something there, Daph," but their manner suggested these words. Lips were pursed and noses looked down. I began to get on to what Catsmeat had meant when he had said that these females did not approve of Corky. Her stock was plainly down in the cellar and the market sluggish.
(from The Mating Season)
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