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From: | Betsey Russo |
Subject: | [Info-chinese] overload |
Date: | Mon, 11 Sep 2006 19:39:19 +0900 |
Young men only, of course; and from town,
nottownship.
The sick woman stirred uneasily, and moved her
head. In which case her sisters wouldhave to turn out, go as governesses or even
worse. Accidents terrified her; the sight of blood turned her sick.
But there, thank goodness, came the train,
slithering round the bend likea sly brown serpent.
And only the best ofeverything was good enough.
Yes, he has promised to join us for lunch. Anything more appalling than the nearness
of this scarletmonster .
If hewas after the coat hed have to take her
too.
How shortsighted then, to strip ofits trees a land
already so poor in rain! This time she, too, contented herself with smiling. And
which, in thinning, was receding, fadingback into the mists from which it had
sprung.
Horrible indeed: but itwasnt this that made her
shiver and quake.
More money than she knew what to do with, and no
one butherself to spend it on.
Her oneeffort, made in obedience to Anns fierce
eyes, merely exposed herignorance. In her ears there was now a kind of singing, or
humming, which added toher confusion.
Oh God, Idont know, dont know any more whats true
and what isnt.
To this there was no answer; except from the
humming, which seemed togrow momentarily louder. In the knees she leant on she
thought she felt a movement as if to rise,and panic seized her. Recovering from the
snub he ventured: But why not? Always ready to belittle herself and
herailments.
Perhaps she was afraidit had been stolen. If she
did not come forward she would probably bebroadcast or advertised for
She staggered up to follow,and, as she did, caught
her foot in the coat, lying on the ground.
She lay and let deaths torpor steal over her, dimly
noting its progress. And even if it WAS Margaret, she couldnt go back. Now, she
could move, sit up with ease, turn her head,look about her.
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