was like tire

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was like tireThe word 'limes' was like tire to powder, his yellow face Hushed, and he rapped on his desk with an energy which made Jenny skip to her seat with unusual rapidity.
"Young ladies, attention, if you please!"
At the stern order the buzz ceased, and fifty pairs of blue, black, gray, and brown eyes were obediently fixed upon his awful countenance."Miss March, come to the desk."
Amy rose to comply with outward composure, but a secret fear oppressed her, for the limes weighed upon her conscience."Bring with you the limes you have in your desk," was the unexpected command which arrested her before she got out of her seat."Don't take all." whispered her neighbor, a young lady of great presence of mind.Amy hastily shook out half a dozen and jimmy choo shoes laid the rest down before Mr. Davis, feeling that any man possessing a human heart jimmy choo uggs would relent when that delicious perfume met his nose. Unfortunately, Mr. Davis particularly detested the odor of the fashionable pickle, and disgust added to his wrath."Is that all?""Not quite," stammered Amy."Bring the rest immediately."With a despairing glance at her set, she obeyed."You are sure there are no more?""I never lie, sir."
"So I see. Now take these disgusting things two by two, and throw jimmy choo them out of the window."