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From: | Thomas Benson |
Subject: | decathlon |
Date: | Sat, 9 Sep 2006 03:16:57 +0200 |
She came placidly down the aisle, a hand out,
crying, ItsReverend Gantry, isnt it? Diebel, wife of the implement dealer, Ed
Perkins,deliveryman for Mr. There was a goodish Sunday School room,a basement with
tables and a small kitchen. If in a small way Nathaniel Benham had commercial
genius, it didnot show in his aspect. Life opened before him, clean, joyous, full
ofthe superb chances of a Christian knighthood.
Diebel, wife of the implement dealer, Ed
Perkins,deliveryman for Mr. Diebel, wife of the implement dealer, Ed
Perkins,deliveryman for Mr. He sighed, and read the first paragraph again. And, oh,
he would do fine things,aspiring things, very important things!
As a Baptist, let me congratulate theMethodists on
having you. He had found his work, his mate, his future.
He was, after a lunch of ham sandwich and coffee at
a stationlunch-room on the way down.
Her face was lovely, her foreheadwide, her brown
eyes trusting, and smooth her chestnut hair.
At the end they shook hands even more warmly than
in the morning.
After supper, on the screened porch pleasant by
dusk, Mr. She had the chance to whisper, Doyou realize how much it
means?
For theyoung people he had plenty of anecdotes, and
he was not afraid tomake them laugh. Mostly they arent anything like sowelcoming to
a new preacher. He had found his work, his mate, his future. Diebel, wife of the
implement dealer, Ed Perkins,deliveryman for Mr. It would hold two hundred and
ninety,perhaps. Toomis had suggested to Elmer that he ought toread philosophy, and
he had recommended Royce.
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