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From: | Eleanor Starr |
Subject: | [Gnotary-devel] thud bob |
Date: | Sun, 17 Sep 2006 22:52:25 -0200 |
CHAPTER XXXStepping from an omnibus, Dinny walked
into the large of WimbledonCommon.
Youre right, Michael, said Sir Lawrence
unexpectedly.
Such precautions are of small avail in a country so
civilised.
I didnt know you cried at funerals, too, Aunt
Em.
About a million British had died for that goodname
in the war; had they all died for a futility?
Religion is very inflamin, murmured Lady
Mont.
That evening after dinner he went forth, ostensibly
to the House,in fact to Cork Street. Considering, Em, that you dont know what I
said, or what he said,that seems superfluous.
She hadforgotten Wimbledon, the Horse Show, and
other activities of thetime of year. From the hedge a driftof elder-flower scent
made her close her eyes.
Lets go round the gardens and see whats
out.
Wilfrid looked at him grimly and
laughed.
Pass by on the other side, if you can get there in
time.
Forgive me, but youre missing the point, muttered
Michael.
He wentsouth and became involved with a queue of
people trying to get intoHis Majestys.
Thats allI wanted to say; but its a good
deal.
She must have something to eat,or she would be
fainting. Would you like your friends written to, sir? It was doubly unfortunate
that I came down.
At last he sat downand, bowed over his knees, fell
into a sort of coma.
I didnt know you cried at funerals, too, Aunt
Em.
Get in here, and Ill run you to the hotel at
Chingford.
I ought to be keying my pitch to theJockey
Club.
Dinny resumed her seat, and they drove slowly
on.
I didntreally much hope even to find
him.
What are my father and Hubert saying
now?
Thats allI wanted to say; but its a good deal. She
got up, went over to her aunt, and with her handkerchiefremoved the marks the tears
had made. Lawrence, you must tell her exactly what youve done, and how hetook it.
Hes bound to pretend to be in love with her! Dinny looked from one to the other,
covered her lips with her hand,and went out.
Afterwards she did not know whether her instinct or
the driversstopped the car.
Butfor tradition, would Wilfrid mind being thought
yellow?
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