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From: Rowland Peck
Subject: [Cwriter-fr] cervix
Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2006 23:49:48 +0200

Little Elizabeth and I are very good friends by now.
Well, she always hated her sister, Mary Ann, who had died a fewmonths before. But youre not a strange person, are you, MissShirley?
But between you and me and the bed-post Im notterribly struck on him for a brother-in-law. Anne had talked Duncan Bryce into letting Wilfredfinish out his year in High School. Lets pretend thats your island of Happiness. But theres no doubt her sister, Aunt Cecilia, wasthe more interesting to talk to. At the graveyard gate Anne turned and looked back.
But I cant hate Rebecca Dew inspite of her habit of using my pen to copy recipes when Im inschool.
When the Courtaloes plots were exhausted Miss Valentinesreminiscences became a bit spicier. Tonight, when she came over for her milk, I saw that she had beencrying.
Justnow it is a huddle of friendly white roofs . Elizabeth sips the glass of milk as slowly as possible in order tospin our conversation out.
Miss Sarah wrung her fine lace handkerchief in her little blue-veined hands.
I never dreamed of showing or telling that otherlittle item to any one. But I felt I was not convincing Elizabeth.
And with her Summerside failure bruitedabroad she would never be able to get another school. And poor Anne hadno doubt on whose banner victory would perch. I came down like a thousand of brick,as Rebecca Dew would say.
Comedy and tragedy are so mixedup in life, Gilbert.
She looked carefully back at the houseto see if the door was shut. I meanto the homes of all my pupils, both in town and country.
We have come to capitulate, she said bitterly.
Ive heardthat dying was the only thing she ever dared do without asking herhusband.
I may do it on the Sundays I dont spend at Green Gables.
The Woman said I was big enough to sleep without a light.
She gave her name as Miss Kinsey and everybody called herthat.
My, weve had a terrible lot of funerals in ourfamily.
She always wentto church a little late to show off her clothes. Meanwhile, as you love me and the cat tribe, pray for a poorbroken-hearted, ill-used Thomas cat.
I told you Nathan Pringle thought his wife was trying to poisonhim . Once ortwice, though, she surprised a certain look of sly triumph on Jensface that puzzled her.

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