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[Dotgnu-libs-commits] case


From: Geoffrey Chen
Subject: [Dotgnu-libs-commits] case
Date: Thu, 21 Sep 2006 03:56:31 +0300

Anagreeable disappointment dawned upon her.
Forcedthoughts, trying to solve riddles of her mind and heart, did not bringher tranquillity. Lucy dressed in less time than everbefore in her life. Anagreeable disappointment dawned upon her.
The action made her wonderwhy she did it, for last night she had left the door unbarred.
How had men lived in the long ages before there were cities orsettlements?
Then the gate creaked, and the musicalclink of spurs advanced toward the porch. Then the light of the fire streamed out of the door. Then Denmeade entered, carrying some sticks of wood.
But I guess it might be fearful onoccasions.
The gate creaked as if openedand shut with forceful haste. She was able to think and writeconsistently through the hours.
At night her imagination and emotion were always moreactive. Shore he pitcheswhen one of these long-legged Denmeades rake him. No doubt she was robbingfather and mother of their room and bed.
Before she opened her eyes she smelled wood smoke.
Denmeade, Id like to accept the loan of that tent theschool-teacher offered, rejoined Lucy.
See them clouds comin up out of the south-west?
The hour seemed a restless, uncertain one for Lucy.
Their faces had been washed and now shonesweet and wan in the lamplight. He shifted oneof his enormous boots across the other.
But to-day we want to get through ploughin before therain.
It brought the broad grin to hisweather-beaten face.
Id like to learn totake care of a horse, chop wood, and line bees. She sat down under a huge pine, from which position shecould see out across the open.
Suddenly the stillness broke to adeep-ringing, long-drawn bay of a hound.
An say, mebbe hangin to that long legged boy whenhes on a bee line, mebbe it aint work!
It swooped downthe chimney with hollow roar.
Then the gate creaked, and the musicalclink of spurs advanced toward the porch.
Suddenly the stillness broke to adeep-ringing, long-drawn bay of a hound. They did not sidle away from her any longer, but had not yet reachedthe communicative stage. Yet the circumstances here wereextenuating.
All the family, including Uncle Bill, had assembled in her room.

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