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From: Andy Daugherty
Subject: [Ainulindale-devel] arc
Date: Thu, 14 Sep 2006 16:52:02 -0500

The bands were theirbands, present for their amusement.
I do think Mexico City is evil,underneath.
A not very new Fiat stood at the gate, with a chauffeur in a shortred-and-black check coat.
She felt again, as she felt before, that Mexico lay in her destinyalmost as a doom. Her breeding and hernatural pride were outraged.
Whereupon a banana skin rattled on Villiers tidy and ladylikelittle panama.
Now you will havesomething to write about, in your letters to England. No, my little San Remo may be rough, but its kindly and human, andits not rotten.
A not very new Fiat stood at the gate, with a chauffeur in a shortred-and-black check coat. Patches of peoplemottled the concrete slope opposite, like eruptions.
Almost without realizing, she turned her shoulders tohim and he put the cape on her. The toreadorswaved their cloaks at him, and he swerved on.
Heglared round rather ineffectually through his big shell spectacles.
And once more, the shock of amazement almost made her loseconsciousness. It was not so easy, because many people were now on their feet andcrowding to the exit vault. Her breeding and hernatural pride were outraged. His eyes were dark, quick, with the glassy darkness that she foundso wearying. It was three oclock, and the crowds had a new diversion.
The rain which had sputtered a fewdrops suddenly fell in a downward splash. The younger generation calculates its happinessin a more business-like fashion.
They began to take advantage of the ledge on which restedthe feet of our party, to squat there.
He swung out of his cloak with a quick little movement, and held itup to her. To contact Project Gutenberg of Australia go to http://gutenberg.
The toreadorswaved their cloaks at him, and he swerved on. And he continued, quietly but very emphatically, to push theMexicans shoulder, to remove him.
They were the People, and the revolutions had beentheir revolutions, and they had won them all. He saw the queer sight of the horsehalf reared from the ground, trying to get to its feet.
The attendants vaulted once more into thecorridor.
There was a ragged interval, then the silver band piped up. And he continued, quietly but very emphatically, to push theMexicans shoulder, to remove him. The rain which had sputtered a fewdrops suddenly fell in a downward splash.
It was not so easy, because many people were now on their feet andcrowding to the exit vault. Two men stood making water against the wall, in theinterval of their excitement.
He was brave too: because therewas just the chance some lout might shoot him because of hisuniform. Behind, above, sat a dense patch of people in the unreservedsection.

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