|
From: | Rose Hays |
Subject: | [Gnotary-devel] creditor rags |
Date: | Wed, 20 Sep 2006 17:37:59 -0200 |
Michael sent me a most topping little model to-day.
Aubrey Greenes eyes slid off to Ting-a-ling. When theydeaten about half a dozen they
discovered that they all had littlemaggots in them. He could not in half anhour have
expressed himself more clearly. The night before last she had smiled on him. Your
head an inch higher, and that curl out of your eye,please.
The black footmens refrain from Polly was all that
happened inhis mind. Nothing compelleda person to go on giving alms.
They say our generation was born so old that itcan
never get any older.
In sum: Youwaited till the shareholders found out
the mess, and you hoped theywouldnt. Funny little chap, said Soames; he always knows
me. She tossed back her hair; and, getting hammerand nail, proceeded to hang the
white monkey.
Not yet, Miss Collins, he said; I dont want to
depress you.
In a voice that trembled she said to the boy:Thank
you, its O. I wasnt born, and I suppose youwere about my age then, sir.
He opened his front door, trembling, and trembling,
went into thedrawing-room. If this lady were going tostay, it would be utterly
impossible. Victorine, too, had colour in her cheeks. The thought that he neverwould
gave her pleasure. When youre in position, giveit a tinkle, and Ill come
out.
To have hisfriendship, his admiration, but not at
that price.
He was too young, of course, andso was
she.
But then a perfectpenitentiary had no relation to
prison, or the Bankruptcy Court. A title without a place, said Soames, is not
natural.
If she had kept thatother thing from him all this
time, she could keep anything! Would she have said that if AubreyGreene hadnt?
|
[Prev in Thread] | Current Thread | [Next in Thread] |