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[cks-devl] wherever


From: Pol Myers
Subject: [cks-devl] wherever
Date: Sun, 17 Sep 2006 15:36:55 -0200

His favourite, Cam, was in bed, he supposed. Some weight was taken off them; anything might happen,she felt.
Really, she sometimesthought she liked the boobies best.
Then, said Mr Bankes, there is that liquid the English call coffee. He remembered that because he always thought it such a good namefor a villain. His favourite, Cam, was in bed, he supposed. Theywere only playing with things on their plates. There was a lot in that young man after all.
They had to listen to him when he said that he had beenwith his uncle in a lighthouse in a storm. He read one of them every six months, he said. He had said nothing, he wouldhave her observe.
She knew what had happened to them, what toher.
But already bored, Lily felt that something was lacking;Mr Bankes felt that something was lacking. It was in this sort of state that one asked oneself, Whatdoes one live for?
Not so very, he thought, looking at thoserather untidy boys.
She actually said with an emotion that she seldom letappear, Let me come with you, and he laughed.
The cook had spent three days over that dish. Probably, Mr Bankes thought, as Tansley abused thegovernment, there is a good deal in what he says. The children are disgraceful, she said, sighing. Russian names were impossible, said Mrs Ramsay.
Pulling her shawl round herMrs Ramsay felt that something was lacking.
But perhaps, thought MrBankes, as he looked at Mr Tansley, here is the man. He seemed to be rather cocksure, thisyoung man; and his manners were bad. Is it good, is it bad, is it right orwrong? Always she got her own way in the end, Lily thought. He seemed to be rather cocksure, thisyoung man; and his manners were bad.
Andrew, she said, hold your plate lower, or I shall spill it.
But she wished it was not necessary:perhaps it was her fault that it was necessary.
William Bankes was praising the Waverly novels.
Some weight was taken off them; anything might happen,she felt.
He hated everything dragging on for hours like this.
Whatdid they know about the fishing industry? His manners weredelightful to her, and his sharp cut nose and his bright blue eyes. His manners weredelightful to her, and his sharp cut nose and his bright blue eyes.

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