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From: | Sylvia Bruce |
Subject: | [Elysium-developers] closeness southeast |
Date: | Fri, 22 Sep 2006 07:41:54 +0300 |
He could have keptme there till I dried up like
Montaulk.
By the way, I know somebody whos dead nuts on
you.
A big H was scrawled across the bottom of the page.
Harriet went on up the stairs, but Geoffrey ran ahead and blockedher way. He waited
at the door and shut it behind her. He moved away irresolutely and picked uphis hat,
wiped a patch of dust off the nap on his sleeve.
And wontyour nice mother be upset and all her nice
friends.
Tristram and Iseult, Troilus and Cressida,Romeo and
Juliet, Emma Bovary. His Excellency was acquainted with yourbrother, the Colonel. He
went to the window, threw it open, and took a deepbreath.
Ach, you slut, he said,and pushed her from him.
Harriet went on up the stairs, but Geoffrey ran ahead and blockedher way. Her lips
were as hard and naïve as a childs.
Dyou thinktheres much joy watching them go by the
board?
A man tries to help and all a man gets is
She lay there for half an hourturning wild plans
over in her head.
She searched his face again, peering intoevery
feature.
You mighttry and have a bit of
understanding.
At first glimpse of the hat the tinkling ofchina
ceased and her face set against them. Harriet sat down under the window and he sat
down beside her.
Mumbling heshuffled crabwise from the room and
slammed the door.
A man tries to help and all a man gets is . Dont
come here again, she said, or tothe house either. You didnt forbid me to use the
garden, she said. He straightened his back andgestured towards the
table.
And because youve saved me, yes SAVED
me.
Even at a quarter of that it wasnot saleable now.
MissMontaulk folded her hands across her stomach, her upper lip acrossthe lower, and
nodded.
By the way, I know somebody whos dead nuts on you.
No, angel, Peppiott said fatuously, touching Harrietshand with the rats hair of his
moustache. I couldve made you promise toput the bleeders in the old man
first.
Youmust have found something worth living for. At
my age a blow like thatknocks you off your feet. Tristram and Iseult, Troilus and
Cressida,Romeo and Juliet, Emma Bovary.
At my age a blow like thatknocks you off your
feet.
He listened with one ear against the panel to the
buzz of voicesdownstairs.
You could leave a horse overthere and always reach
it quickly in case .
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