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From: | Aubrey Banks |
Subject: | [Bug-gne] hungry |
Date: | Tue, 19 Sep 2006 19:54:46 +0200 |
![]() I havent made up my mindwhat Im going to do. But
callousbrutality, no, thank goodness, he hasnt a spark of it in him. The dolls were
quitefamous, so the two women did not starve. Giveme your hands, and let me feel
that we are together.
It has been hisone aim in life, to make my life
happy. It is not I wholook at the English officers. But it was evident that the
little lady was a cautiousbuyer. Then he glanced as if he heard something. Shecould
ascribe no meaning to him, none whatever.
InEngland, we always have tea at half
past.
Andnot one of the maids, because they were speaking
English. Perfectly lovely shewould look in a mantilla. Now, isnt that perfectly
delightful:such a romance in the very sound of it. Why, I dont mind, really, you
know, if its only for a shorttime. You dont expect THAT to stop her worrying, do
you? But whateverelse he did, hed never be unkind, and he COULDNT be
brutal.
But that makes no difference toyou and me, does
it?
I shall never bring trouble on MYSELFbecause of the
English officers. So she kept uneasily wandering outto the landing, and listening to
hear if he might be coming.
Youve got me, he said at last, in his amused,
melodious voice. No, thank you, she said hastily, terrified at the
thought.
And there he straddled on the roof like some
cat!
You shall have even five, if you dont mindthe last
two weak.
Not one bit of it, reiterated the little lady. But
the very irrelevancy of the man overcame her. But doesnt she expect you to make LOVE
toher?
Icouldnt imagine anything more delightful. Why,
yes, I suppose sheis important in her own sphere.
It is such a feminine occupation, that no woman
takesoffence when she is made audience.
Hannele heard him quite late in the night,
wandering about.
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