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From: | Hugo Vazquez |
Subject: | [Dnarchitect-devel] bookie oversaw |
Date: | Mon, 11 Sep 2006 13:35:39 +0200 |
She saw that hewas slight and that one shoulder was
a trifle higher than theother.
Aunt Nancy would not giveher back the picture Teddy
had painted.
She saw that hewas slight and that one shoulder was
a trifle higher than theother.
Then he saw she had got a little knee-hold on the
narrow shelf. He wiped his forehead with hishandkerchief.
He had a right to the inner sanctuary and she
yielded itunquestionably.
Idont feel as if it would be right to pray because
I am deceivingAunt Nancy. Whereby Dean Priest discovered that Emily wrote
poetry.
Take your wonderful aster homeand keep it as long
as you can. But Emily, though the back parlour had whirled about her for asecond,
had recovered herself. She says I neednt be a bitfrightened of dying of consumption
because I have too much gingerin me. If it had been a Murray airloom Id havetorn up
the turf Aunt Nancy said.
You dontthink me handsome but you think me
nice.
Im sure Ill like studying history after this, said
Emily;except Canadian History. A queer little strangled sound came from Emilys
corner. Aunt Nancy says terrible things to them all but they justlaugh. I missIlse
and Teddy and Perry and Saucy Sal a great deal. She was not so learned inlore of
dogs as in lore of cats. I would have thought shed haveheard it all long ago if
Blair Water gossip is what it used to be. He grasped her arms and pulled her up
beside himinto safety. She wrote me that they couldnt doanything more about the
Midsummer Nights Dream till I got back. You make me believe in fairies, whether I
will or no, he toldher, and that means youth.
Because it means everything the human heart
desires, said Dean.
Emilys heel had met itsquarely and it was badly
crushed. I like cats but I never keep one, Dean said.
People so often felt that he was laughingAT them
instead of WITH them.
If you like Ill kiss you good-bye, she said
chokily. But I dont care a hoot aboutthe Priest things.
The light on the water began to turn warm goldand
rose. His lips were thin and sensitive, with awhimsical curve. Emily, recalled thus
abruptly from the field of Bannockburn, lookedbored.
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