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From: Rita Jennings
Subject: [help-serveez] fugitive
Date: Sat, 09 Sep 2006 07:54:12 -0000

Helocks the choir door with a little key, which he takes home. They hadall their inner, secret lives, those men and women, known to no onebut themselves and God.
The picture of him, etched on her brain by the lightning, neverleft her.
Oh, Mother, for goodness sake, be sensible!
He knew Blair Water gossipsaid she was a little touched.
She began to feel quite self-respecting again. Ann Cyrilla knocked twice at the kitchen door, but Emily didnot budge.
I only wanted to find my beautiful Annie.
The pitifulbeauty of his quest intrigued her, even in the shaking reactionfrom her hour of agony.
Hisface is very solemn, but his eyes are mocking Mr. Ann Cyrilla laughed pleasantly and tolerantly again. Emily was notcold in body, but a little chill had blown over her soul. Ann Cyrilla knocked twice at the kitchen door, but Emily didnot budge.
Her tiny form was shaken with violent sobs.
The pitifulbeauty of his quest intrigued her, even in the shaking reactionfrom her hour of agony.
She dived into oneof the middle pews and crouched down in its corner on the floor. There had been such a funny, crinkly, crawlyfeeling at the roots of it at times.
She bounded to her feet witha piercing scream of terror.
She did not like the idea of going hometo New Moon.
It must be horrible to have nothingto live for except just to escape dying. Withthe last ounce of her strength she tried to hold the knob fromturning in his grasp. At no time in her lifewas Emily Byrd Starr ever disconcerted for long. They hadall their inner, secret lives, those men and women, known to no onebut themselves and God.
She was fiercely dramatic again, as she lifted her hand and pointedit at poor Teddy.
For a few minutes her terror was so great that it turned herphysically sick.
All at once Emily knew she was not alone! The pitifulbeauty of his quest intrigued her, even in the shaking reactionfrom her hour of agony. Finally she ran down the aisleinto the front porch. What business had she to call Aunt Elizabethmean?
THAT, in the last analysis, was what Emily really could notforgive.
How the windows rattled as if demonriders of the storm were shaking them!
She discovered that she was fairlyshaking with weariness. She was fiercely dramatic again, as she lifted her hand and pointedit at poor Teddy. Timeafter time he hunted her out with his cunning, implacable patience.
But what a chapter itwill make for my diary.

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