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From: | Irene Shepherd |
Subject: | [Hurdfr-paris] slim |
Date: | Fri, 1 Sep 2006 05:16:02 +0200 |
The words came out with a sort of hungry harshness.
And there is that Leviathan that takeshis pastime therein could be Tirpirz in
command, and so on.
I believe he used to be violent, Jean; he may have
escaped, youknow. They like toget it fast; but theyd rather lose it fast than get it
slow. Pity we cant arrange a matchbetween him and the Marquess.
All families are equally old, in one
sense.
Shes sure to have people learningto slum. Puzzlin,
theyheard her say as they entered the library. This sudden reappearance of one whom
all hadassumed to be hopelessly unhinged was staggering. Jumped back and shot him as
he came on again. Though she had only twice seen Ferse,she recognised him at once.
Itrepresented with a moderate degree of certainty a young womanwithout clothes. An
elderly maid, with a frightened _expression_ on her face, openedthe door.
Itsthey, for instance, who run the Services, and
theyll go on runningthem, I expect. On going in Jean had said to the maid: Im Miss
Tasburgh.
Jean continuedto sit quite still, expecting him to
open it again. The harming of man by man, only Id throw in animals.
And then, from sheer exhaustion of the power of
feeling, both roseand moved apart. Well say good-bye now, Uncle; were going to
Michaels.
A fellow has no business to gooff his chump. Tell
the maid who I am, and then buzz off.
Again Ferse uttered that travesty of alaugh. She
could not be sure;and her heart quailed a little. Dyou know what was the fate of
anyone whocelebrated Mass just then?
He evidently expects the worst, said Jean. His
Lordship will be pressed for time, Miss.
And so, concerned in talk thattouched not on the
feelings within them, they reached Mount Street. Well say good-bye now, Uncle; were
going to Michaels. Ferse whether shes all right, or whether she wantsanything.
Perhaps you cant remember the life you led her before you went inthere? Adrian
couldsee her face grow deadly pale below the casque of her close hat.
And do you think oldness is going out and soon
nothing will behanded on? Oh, he just marks time, said Jean; but thats the
country.
If you want to consult me I shall be here, said
Adrian, andclosed the door.
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