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[Gnotary-devel] motley


From: Minnie Noble
Subject: [Gnotary-devel] motley
Date: Fri, 8 Sep 2006 08:53:46 +0300

Then he went back tothe sofa, and sat there looking at her, saying:It isnt love, it is worship.
He lay with his eyes shut, and the sun on his swarthy, transparent,immobile face.
That is the way to letyour beauty blossom. Then he laughed, showing his strong white teeth, thatseemed a little too large, rather dreadful. It was as ifCount Dionys accused her in her sleep of something, she did notquite know what.
Her brows knitted, her face took on a look of discontent. She stood therepassive and indomitable with the wide-eyed persistence of herwintry, blond nature.
If your maid sews for me, it will still be the same.
And inside it was the bit of screwed-up blue paper.
He had long, white hands with palefreckles. Tell me when you lost it, Daphne, he said, examining the bauble.
The world Iwas sane about has gone raving. I suppose I must be a bit of a shock to you, he said. She spoke to the matron, and had his bed carried out where therewas a big window that came low.
Well, you may as well rehearse, hes with Admiral Burns on theAriadne. Ah, your ladyship, bewise, and make friends with your anger.
But it had also made her nerve-worn, her husbands love.
And she has as much poison in hermouth as he. She spoke to the matron, and had his bed carried out where therewas a big window that came low. Suddenly his dark eyes opened and caught her looking.
Daphnes voice had become slow and sonorous, like bronze, as italways did when she was upset.
Ah, the Psaneks have had a ladybird in theirbonnets for many hundred years. They strayed about through the thin clump of trees.
That afternoon she drove out to Hurst Place.
Something, someone seemed to be looking overhis shoulder.
So then, be friends with the angry me, yourladyship.
Then atlast she said, in a peculiar voice:And you would never want to kiss me?
Daphne wondered how he could lie so still, how he couldlook so immobile.
She glanced again, with that slow, Chinese side-look, and felt shewould die. Ah, she was his wifefor this reason, that he had given himself to her so greatly, sogenerously.

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