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From: | Irene Cortez |
Subject: | [Jason-dev] rose overdone |
Date: | Thu, 21 Sep 2006 10:55:12 +0200 |
I just know theyll let me have it, if Italk to them
right. His father was not now, and never had been, ofany real financial service to
his mother. Hecame very near, extending his plump hands, palms up. Yet there were
several things in connection with her which seemedto bode success for him. She gave
him one of her sweetestsmiles and Clyde was quite beside himself with satisfaction.
Alsothat she would be the smartest-dressed girl in Kansas City beyondthe shadow of a
doubt. The charm of her, the enormous,compelling, weakening delight. Its chief
mental content appeared to be oneof opposition to being compelled by him to do
anything.
But say, I can talk to you about that later. They
were never together any more without his insistingupon the real depth of her regard
for him. An your eyes are just like soft, black velvet, he
persistedeagerly.
The firm had been offering it at one hundred. And
hewas old enough to understand that now. He was thinking of an alcove in
theGreen-Davidson hung with black velvet.
If only she would really come to care for
him.
She cocked her head andtwisted and turned and
buried one small ear in the fur, while Mr.
To think of not being able to take it now. And
hewas old enough to understand that now.
Could she, by any chance, have the coat for
onehundred and fifteen dollars on an easy payment plan? Rubenstein for a series of
timepayments which could be met by Clyde. Only he must be sure that she was not
really fooling himas she was always doing in smaller ways. I didnt think Id have to
speak to you about this, Clyde, but Idont see any other way out of it. Next week
twenty-five, and the week after that twenty five and thenext week after that
fifteen.
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