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From: | Beatrice Navarro |
Subject: | [Bug-sweater] flash flood |
Date: | Fri, 25 Aug 2006 18:00:06 -0500 |
Miss Minerva thought the woman hesitated a
second.
Its graven on my memory, smiled John Quincy. During
all her time in Honolulu she had never given them athought before. Nor any other of
these bright-colored lands my poor old feet musttread.
I didnt approve of his manner of living, and wewent
separate ways. I was here only until eight-thirty, she told him, when I went to
aluau with some friends. I couldnt help overhearing the conversation.
Just to show you how glad Honolulu is youve come at
last.
For the first time she thought of Barbara. Chans
little eyeswidened at mention of that.
He stood for a moment regardinghis fathers picture
on the wall. Humbly asking pardon to mentionit, I detect in your eyes slight flame
of hostility.
And how furious he had been when,last Wednesday, he
received a cable from Roger.
Polynesia with a privatestill and all the other
benefits of the white mans civilization. That sort of wild reckless talk never did
make a hit with John Quincy. What thoughts, Miss Minerva wondered, were
passingthrough the mind of that stern unbending Puritan? One month ago he gives it
to a womandown the beach.
Never, answered Egan, without raising his voice.
TheSouth Seas with a collar on, driving a Ford car. How long did it take you to
reach here, Mr.
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