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vindication


From: Emily Ballard
Subject: vindication
Date: Sat, 16 Sep 2006 05:50:27 -0400

Luncheon is served, maam, said the butler. More rice was thrown, and the carmoved off.
Slate blue wereMiss Rashleighs; Miss Antonias red, like port. He paused; struck a match, and twitchedagain. Then he had gone behind acounter; had sold cheap watches; then he had taken a wallet toAmsterdam.
And beforethey went to bed that night it was all settled.
The stream at the bottom, where our wood meets the black wood, sheexplained. Dont talk such rubbish, Rosalind, he said. He was not a tame rabbit,whatever he was.
With her hands to her hair, her chestnut coloured hair, she stoodin the yard, in the wind. The shield of the Rashleighs crashed from the wall. His one and only extravagance was hislittle yacht on the Norfolk Broads. There they were, ten pearls on the blotting-paper on the table.
Well, when he was eatingtoast he looked like a rabbit. Miss Antonia drew the carving knife across the pheasants breast firmly.
Then there entered, slouching, the Squire himself inshabby gaiters. Then again up shot the rockets, thereddish purple pheasants. Rosalind exclaimed, as if she had been expecting this. So, said Oliver Bacon, rising and stretching his legs. Down it poured, down, down, down, in straight rods whipping the windows.
Well, when he was eatingtoast he looked like a rabbit.
Luncheon is served, maam, said the butler.
Then he heard soft slow footstepsapproaching; a rustle in the corridor. Down it poured, down, down, down, in straight rods whipping the windows.
You who began lifein a filthy little alley, you who Then, silently, the enormously high door opened. And beforethey went to bed that night it was all settled. And their hands gripped their handslike the claws of dead birds gripping nothing.

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