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childhood exhausting


From: Rose Burt
Subject: childhood exhausting
Date: Wed, 2 Aug 2006 18:47:48 +0100

There, the afternoonbefore, he had had the first hour of bodily comfort he had knownfor months. The sight of her, and of the picture in the hall, moved himstrangely. His eyes were different too,wilder, less assured, less benevolent. A man can scarcely be if he lives in aperpetual flux. He lookedat Leithen with eyes long experienced in life, and shook his headsadly. No, there has been no Francis Galliard here. I have my faith to find, and perhaps I havelittle time in which to find it. Wehave no geographical frontier left, but weve an eternal frontierin our minds. His real strength lies in his flair, which cant be put downin black and white. Leithen gazed at it for some time, trying to find what he hadexpected. If you went to a sanatorium andlived very carefully you might have longer. As for Francis, that shadow too was taking form. You never asked what he was thinking about? I will conduct you to theProphets Chamber. Seconded forspecial service, as we used to say in the army. If hecould discover that something he would have a clue for his quest. Thecontract was for a month, but with provision for an indefiniteextension. He wasbeginning to realise something of the man he had come to seek. In everyline there was energy and quick decision. It is aconglomeration of problems, most of which we cannot define. The man, out of tune withhis environment, had fallen into the clutches of the past. It looks like he has dragged his anchor atpresent. Ive heardyou speak in the British Parliament. If hecould discover that something he would have a clue for his quest. He had already detected the unmistakablemetropolitan pitch of the voice. The son Paul was a gallant young man, but he was nothappy on this soil. He wanted to beassured that he had still a modest reservoir to draw upon. I understand they are one of the oldestfamilies in Canada. He remembered the young Ravelstons words. Its only the containing walls ofthe box that keep them together. You know him, but younever treated him, did you? Hekept me up till three in the morning listenin to his stuff. All of us have got to find a new way of life.

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