INTERROBANG IT ALL

[chronographia]

Oh oh oh. I was going to hold off on blockquoting bits of Miss Pettigrew until later this evening, because it is that sort of rich and sumptuous fare which will make you sick if you consume it too quickly. I've been wanting to savor each chapter as it's broken down by the hour.

But then I got to the swearing and I could not contain myself.

'To hell with what you thought. Will You Go?' exploded Nick.
'No,' said Miss Pettigrew.
'! ! ! . . . ? ? ? . . . ! ! ! . . . ? ? ? . . . ! ! !'
'Oh!' gasped Miss Pettigrew.
Miss LaFosse started forward. She threw a wild look at Miss Pettigrew's shocked countenance, and a distracted look at Nick's raging one.

'What?'
'What what?'
'Are you staying here?'
'You know I'm staying here. I said so. Until to-morrow the invitation was and until to-morrow I stay, and what's it got to do with you, pray?'
'? ? ? . . . ! ! ! . . . ? ? ? . . . ! ! !' exploded Nick again.

In future all of my printed swears will be a combination of ellipses and interrobangs, yes indeed.