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undercover poky


From: bug-gfe
Subject: undercover poky
Date: Wed, 2 Aug 2006 18:43:12 +0100

Ive only a certain timeand a certain amount of dwindling strength. But it was a watch-tower as well as a sanctuary. I went downto Westchester to see an old friend. He had flown little before, and the air atfirst made him feel very sleepy. Its name should be the Gaillard, but they tell me that the mapshave the Indian word, the Ghost. If theyre at the Ghost River, my guess is thattheyve gone by the Planchette and The Old Man Falls. Galliard wasvery different from the conception he had formed of him. His mother was a Cree Indian and his father one of the old-time Hudsons Bay factors. Did he see much of anybody in particular in the last weeks? Hewas on a private errand and wanted to shut out the world. No man of that name has visited us, he said. He had flown little before, and the air atfirst made him feel very sleepy. We wont stop here, he told Johnny, who handled the Ford like anartist. There is no logging, for our woods are bare. I have a guest room, though it is as small as theProphets Chamber of the Scriptures. Ive heardyou speak in the British Parliament. There was a quality here, undependable,uncertain, dangerous perhaps, but rare and unmistakable. Something had happened to tighten them again. But I could find nothing to beseriously anxious about. For the first mile or two the road up the valley was a hard,metalled highway. But he saw far more of me than ofanybody else. The son Paul was a gallant young man, but he was nothappy on this soil. Felicity Galliard was a fair edition of her sister Barbara. If hecould discover that something he would have a clue for his quest. I went downto Westchester to see an old friend. He had abandoned his oldworld and had never shown the slightest hankering after it. I went downto Westchester to see an old friend. He simply was notconcerned about other things. Yes, but remember that it was a strange world to him. But it was a watch-tower as well as a sanctuary. For the first mile or two the road up the valley was a hard,metalled highway. My only worry was about his absurd modesty. Leithen decided that this was what he had expected.

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