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From: Olive Crabtree
Subject: [Bug-ToutDoux] sold
Date: Wed, 30 Aug 2006 22:09:10 -0000

She had tucked her arm into Lockerts; she waschattering, altogether absorbed.
Behind his brusqueness he was saying to himself, and timidly, Lookat the dirty looks Im getting!
Herndon and I are thoroughly pro-American. Lockertand Fran left the Ritz at seven, to dine before the opera.
With herslim straightness she sat her aged nag like a young cavalryofficer. Could you get up a hen party or go to themovies or something?
He wantedto flee from this traditional stillness to the anonymity andshielding clamor of London.
For an hour Sam tramped the apartment, too lonely to think. After that Sam knew nothing butconfusion and babble. You donthave to send souvenir cards about em if you dont want to! Sir Francis and Lady Ouston were very cordial at parting.
Theyre too busy punching cattle, said Lockert; and Mr. My legs not up to muchtoday, said Herndon. Sam and Fran were silent in the taxi till he sighed, Sorry, honey.
Sam was glad when the train was away, and she tried to pump up afriendly smile for him.
But the momentyou slip off to America again, it sharpens and becomes monotonous. My legs not up to muchtoday, said Herndon. Its now done with automatic punching-machinery, explainedLockert.
America; thisincessant, irritated, family scolding.
His hand touched hersleeve, once rested on her shoulder. The tower was square, crenelated, looking as though it wouldendure forever. You have a rather decent voice when youve been under our purelyinsular influences for a week or so. Otherwise, the General said scarcelyanything. But Herndon was so cordial that he could not hint his resentment. Considering how many of us are a generation orless from England, we must have several nice people! Are you going to demand that we take Zenith with us every place wego?
You donthave to send souvenir cards about em if you dont want to!
When they were going to bed, his accumulated anger came out in achilly: See here, my girl!
But Fran began to speak of Paris, that feminine andflirtatious refuge from reality.
Does he think Im the kind thatll stand it? And all through the evening Sam kept confusing Mrs.

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