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From: | Sammy Huff |
Subject: | [Cogitatio-interface] folk portico |
Date: | Thu, 21 Sep 2006 09:34:40 -0000 |
Id be miserableif I thought you wanted to go and
didnt, because of me.
I was married to Barney Snaith last Tuesday evening
in PortLawrence. She could not makeherself or anything she did seem real. I dont
want you to makelove to me, but I want you to act like an ordinary human
being.
Valancy was waiting at thegate for her bridegroom.
It seems a hundred years since you went away, said Valancy. Valancy had taken some
of her two hundred dollars out of the bankand spent it in pretty
clothes.
Barney put his hands over the gate and took her
little, cold onesgently in his.
Went to the Portin it today to get my
license.
Valancy flaunted her wedding-ring in Olives
stricken face.
His conscience did not trouble himat
all.
Dawdle over meals as long as you wanted
to.
They were standing up together before Mr. You can
do as you like in the rest of thehouse.
But it worriedher and she lay awake at nights
wondering what Valancy meant by it. Theonly bad one she had was one night when she
was temporarily out ofmedicine. But, continued Valancy relentingly, I wont insist on
yourwiping your feet when you come in.
She in her odd, unbridal green hat and dress;Barney
in shirt and overalls. It was amazing to be able to sit up half thenight and look at
the moon if you wanted to.
Something, she was sure, Doss would be delighted to
hear. She learned to paddle a canoe as well as Barney himself.
Aunt Mildred andUncle Wellington had to help her
out to the kitchen.
His only fault is that hesnores horribly when he is
asleep.
So Valancy had come home, thank goodness, thought
Olive.
I dont hold with many of those new-fangled notions,
but there may be something in this one. Valancy had gone home once and got her
cushions.
To marry a man you know nothing about, thought
Cousin Georgianaaloud.
Shes giving it for her cousin from Toronto.
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