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From: | Madge Andrews |
Subject: | [epsilon-announce] inadvertent |
Date: | Tue, 29 Aug 2006 23:58:32 +0000 |
Lucy was not above tears, and she indulged in a
luxury long unfamiliarto her.
Her guide informed her that this tree was a silver
spruce, whichname seemed singularly felicitous.
Jenks came galloping up to halt beside
her.
Lucy indeed found theso-called five miles almost
interminable.
Anyway, hes a goodChristian man, not young enough
to have the girls makin sheep eyesat him. He lighted a lamp and held it up so that
he could see her face. Lynn bluntly Its better to besafe than sorry! Her guide
informed her that this tree was a silver spruce, whichname seemed singularly
felicitous. Doans booming voice attested to the joy he felt. Lynn with alacrity; and
as her husbandwent out she continued: Its Mr.
You better rustle oryou may lose a husband. Far as
she could see to east and west it extended, a wild black barrier towhat hid beyond.
Jenksmany paces she heard Sam blurt out to his cousin, Gerd, by golly!
His gait made the saddle seem like a
rocking-chair.
The otherremark had aroused only Amusement.
Lucyappreciated just how much these isolated and poor families might gain orlose
through her. For Lucythe day had been tiring; she had exhausted herself with unusual
sensation. Sam, shes a looker, drawled one of them in a perfectly audible voice. She
made a mental picture of him, not particularlyflattering. Theground was a smooth mat
of pine needles, only sparsely grown over withunderbrush.
Why, Im ashamed to admit, she was on Henrysneck as
soon as you left.
Independence was wholly desirable, but in its first
stage it seemed hard.
Lucy gazed long with the most pleasing of
impressions. That wild grandwall of rock seemed to shut in the basin, to bar it from
what lay beyond. Jenks had mentioned,served as rugs for the rude board
floor.
Jenks said he had at first been dreadfully
concerned at the frequentfights. Lucy indeed found theso-called five miles almost
interminable.
Pulling him to a swinging canter,Lucy took stock of
pleasant sensations. They raise akind of cane from which they distil the
liquor.
The people of this district make it to some extent.
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