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From: | Adalbert Mueller |
Subject: | [epsilon-doc] ad lib best |
Date: | Sun, 17 Sep 2006 15:48:08 +0530 |
He put his arms about her shoulders anddrew her
close to him.
The excited yelp heemitted might have been heard
for a mile.
Brian trudged down the long grassy road to Little
Friday Cove.
He had been among the first toarrive and had worked
heroically.
Hugh was sitting there, alone, bythe ashes of his
desolate fireplace.
And it was so warm and cosy in Little Sams
living-room.
It wasplain to be seen now why she had thrown Penny
over so heartlessly. Margaret Penhallow stood looking down at him. You dontknow how
happy it makes me to find out that you dont care.
Said hed met an old crony inSingapore who gave him
an old Charlottetown paper to read. He wasstanding alone on a great, far-reaching
plain of moonlit snow.
He was very hungry, for he had not had
hissupper.
Allthe lost colour and laughter of life seemed to
have returned.
She would go to Hugh and ask him if he could
forgiveher. She would have crawled to him on all fours and kissedhis feet had he so
commanded.
The Margoldsbydollars will last longer than
love.
In his despair the child rushed away from the house
andalong the twilit road. Well soon have a mistress for you now, he said. I didnt
knowwhat Dandy might of said to me if Id left that jug in the sameroom with ANYBODY.
She was an exquisite thing in the moonlight,with her brilliant eyes and her
wind-ruffled hair.
Neither love nor truth nor understanding nor
kindness nor loyalty. And she remembered assuddenly that he had never seemed much
interested in HER troubles.
My shins been aching scandalously for two
days.
She was an exquisite thing in the moonlight,with
her brilliant eyes and her wind-ruffled hair. It was a long time before Brian could
sleep, curled up in the bunkthat had once been Big Sams.
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