"The congregation being fully assembled, now, the bell rang once more,
to warn laggards and stragglers, and then a solemn hush fell upon the
church which was only broken by the tittering and whispering of the
choir in the gallery. The choir always tittered and whispered all
through the service. There was once a church choir that was not
ill-bred, but I have forgotten where it was, now. It was a great many
years ago, and I can scarcely remember anything about it, but I think
it was in some foreign country."
Mark Twain, Tom Sawyer chapter 5
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