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From: Diana Patterson
Subject: coast
Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2006 22:01:09 -0500

At last with a look of unhappyresignation she closed herself in again.
They chattered like littlemonkeys with their arms about each other watching a feast of lions.
The panel opened slightly as the lady-Putnam sniffed through theorifice.
The quantity of oil which the captain desired seemed unheard of. The table-cloth shone like the sun on water, dazzled. Still he looked a little uneasy aboutsomething.
He heard a few stealthy footfallsbehind the shutters and the light went out.
Rum and porter he had, but little or no wine. In summer the house was warm and dry,dusty.
And he would look underthe great-coat later on.
Somethingalready had begun to remain outside.
Thecapacity for trouble had been removed from the universe.
There wereseveral enclosures, some drafts on Spanish bankers, and two otherletters. Only a sense of tremendous well-being and a little irresponsibilityremained. Just then the womanreturned with a jug and a large smoking dish. The swallows dippedand left rings in the shallows. That was where your world began, was it not? A fast frigate or shed never have done it.
A yellow rainbow had collapsed accuratelyupon it.
They heard hergiving excited directions in the kitchen. He looked at the emptydish regretfully and at his mate expectantly.
Youcould never quite understand what was throwing these shadows whenyou were sober. Instantly he was more popular with the others, captains andlieutenants who had only moustaches. The woman in red petticoatsstood by loyally.
This time he closed the chestdeliberately and locked it, clapped on his hat and went on deck.
They looked at one another withcomplete approval and admiration. Those princes, those best of all good fellows, where were they? Then he was pleased withhis mate for slinging the lingo so well.
He could hear her singing and the feetof the child padding about on the floor. It seemed improbable that the priest couldever find the way to his own room again.
He could hear her singing and the feetof the child padding about on the floor.
FatherXavier walked as though he had a child beside him. On this she set a bowl of grape vinegar, a dish offresh young garlic, salt and a brown loaf. Shove it down, put the lid on it, liveonly now. How had it been possible for him to forget all past benefitsin a few hours?

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