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From: Ambrose Phipps
Subject: [Bug-sweater] understand hateful
Date: Wed, 2 Aug 2006 18:44:27 +0100

I wanted him for a trip up the Liard this fall, but I canget no answer from any of his addresses. He may have been homesick for somethingdifferent. It was the fourth day of May, a perfect spring day. Johnny Frizel, sure enough, had a job as a game warden atWaskesieu. Now, monsieur, it is imperative that you goto bed, for you are very weary. He never used a French phrase except whenhe was tired or upset. The next task was to get a machine for himself. A Nattier over thefireplace made a centre for the exquisite harmony. You never asked what he was thinking about? He had madea niche for himself in the world, but it had been a chilly niche. His mind is equippedwith no end of sensitive antennæ. You shall sleep here, monsieur, andshare my supper. There was nocolour in the scene, except the hard blue of the sky. I understand they are one of the oldestfamilies in Canada. You andhe have made a wonderful life together. It was the fourth day of May, a perfect spring day. In everyline there was energy and quick decision. I thought it was a good way of resting and neverdisturbed him. His hair was a little ruffled by the wind, and one hand wasrepelling the advances of a terrier. Hes a fascinating human being and rousesno antagonisms. But now he had no thoughts except for the job onhand. No, there has been no Francis Galliard here. He did everything I asked himwithout questioning, and that was not always his way. He will giveyou nothing to drink but cold water. He simply was notconcerned about other things. There was a quality here, undependable,uncertain, dangerous perhaps, but rare and unmistakable. The good father, he said, has but a poor table. Johnny Frizel went up the track in the bush to where a countrymanwas cutting stakes. He was feeling acutelythe frailty of his body, as he was apt to do at nightfall. She produced from an escritoire a half-sheet of paper. It is aconglomeration of problems, most of which we cannot define. Hewas on a private errand and wanted to shut out the world. You have been lent to me, Johnny, Leithen said.

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