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From: | Mirabel Davidson |
Subject: | [bug-GIFT] rooster memorandum |
Date: | Thu, 10 Aug 2006 07:59:28 -0400 |
Because you see your life belongs to me
henceforth. For the first time it occurred to her that her scandal-loving old
tongue had done a black thing.
That iswhat the Priests all call me behind my
back.
Then, characteristically she thought of a
postscript.
What worries me about writing novels, confided
Emily is the lovetalk in them.
Might as well learnspades are spades now as
ever. You make me believe in fairies, whether I will or no, he toldher, and
that means youth. The portion upon which one of her legs lay was quite loose
andpendent also. She felt that she was on the verge of solvingthe mystery that
had so long worried and puzzled her.
She felt, as she wrote to her
fatherafterwards, as if a little bird was singing in my heart.
Emily never was long in doubt about anyone
shemet. Because it means everything the human heart desires, said Dean. Emily
and Cousin Jimmy had so much to talk of that the drive homeseemed very short.
And oh,PLEASE let somebody find out that Ilses mother didnt do
THAT.
She was beginning to be sensitive about her
ears. Theremust have been a fearful mistake somewhere.
Something like pleasure gleamed in her
gulf-blue eyes.
Aunt Nancy andCaroline returned to the back
parlour and their cribbage. Something seemed to hang between her and her old
delights. When Leo came home from a voyage and found Beatrice married he tookit
coolly enough. She had been a flirt before her marriage. I believe, thought
Emily, that a dog is betterthan a cat when youre in trouble. If you like Ill
kiss you good-bye, she said chokily.
You haveprobably discovered by this time that
my Lady Aunt detests me.
Yielding to a suddenimpulse she flung the big
aster on the ground and set her foot onit.
They knitted and gossiped on,
enjoyingthemselves hugely. Emily delightedly repeated the whole poem. She felt
that she was on the verge of solvingthe mystery that had so long worried and
puzzled her.
Tweed sat down obediently and Dean Priest
disappeared.
It is nice to think He can hear me ifnobody
else can.
And our first kiss mustnthave the flavour of
good-bye. I think I shall be either a great poetess or a distinguishednovelist,
said Emily reflectively.
He stood at the cross-road and watched her out
of sight.
I happen to have a fancyfor that picture,
thats all. He wiped his forehead with hishandkerchief.
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