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From: | Elinor Kelly |
Subject: | [Fenfire-dev] mysticism |
Date: | Wed, 13 Sep 2006 03:16:36 -0500 |
Shecould never love anything or anyone so
selflessly as they did. The hospital should make a mint of moneytonight. And shehad
embroidered half a dozen sofa-pillow cases with theConfederate flag on
them.
Merriwether, observing signs ofweakening. She was
seventeen yearsold and her feet were patting the floor, wanting to skip
anddance.
Scarlett, promise me you wont say things like that.
They really meant everything theysaid and did.
Scarlett, promise me you wont say things like
that.
To this end, she always saw the best ineveryone and
remarked kindly upon it. To this end, she always saw the best ineveryone and
remarked kindly upon it.
Among them, candles burned serenely like
altarfires. Every girl in Atlanta was three deep in men. The raised platform for the
musicians was especially artistic.
But shes such a stick, thought Scarlett, pounding
the pillow. She was at the bazaar but not a part of it.
Whiting and have them boss you like you were one of
the darkies.
AndMelly, you must take the McLure girls
booth.
Just think how much the hospital needs money for
new bedsand drugs.
I dont know whats come over the young people these
days. Howcould it be otherwise with such leaders as Lee and Jackson?
Howcould it be otherwise with such leaders as Lee
and Jackson? The poor McLure girlsbooth is way down at the end and not very pretty
so nobody willnotice you.
Oh, said Melly, her lip quivering at the mention of
herbrothers name.
She wasunable to walk more than a block on the tiny
feet which shecrammed into too small slippers. She rose and jerked her hoops into
place.
No one at Tara had ever said so many charming
thingsabout her.
And theyreafraid their new dresses wont show off
behind booth counters.
And I suppose shell tell all the boys, the old cat.
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