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From: | Rolf Reed |
Subject: | [Bug-ToutDoux] ribald |
Date: | Mon, 28 Aug 2006 22:05:39 +0300 |
Had Military Judge Effingham Swantreated her as she
deserved?
All you pussyfooters get the hell out of this! Its
I who persecuted the Jews and the Negroes.
Aras had peeped into the courtroom, and he stood
giggling. Now he felt colleague only to therevolutionary Karl Pascals.
Plays poloand sailed in a yacht race to Bermuda.
Effingham Swanwas on him, pushing him back into another chair.
We apologizeto our readers for that patience. Youre
quite a literary man for sofamous a yachtsman and horseman, Commander. Heads close,
they irritably discussed the front pageof the paper. Pleaseget him, Lindy, because
theyve got Effingham Swan presiding atcourt tomorrow.
The county lockup was at the back of the
courthouse, now the centerof Ledues headquarters. Shad interrupted, How the hell did
you get past the guards,Fowley? Youre quite a literary man for sofamous a yachtsman
and horseman, Commander.
Oh, I know; Aras has had a hard time:mortgage and
seven kids. Shad casually stooped down from the counter and slapped
her.
This, Doremus knew, must be Military Judge
Effingham Swan, sometimeof Boston.
Imafraid Ill have an unpleasant time, trying to
keep from tellinghim what I think of him, in court.
Look, sweet, have you got a lawyer for
it?
He stood very straight, he stood rigid, beneath a
portrait ofHorace Greeley.
Swan was leaning back in his wooden armchair,
powerful trim handsbehind his neck.
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