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From: | Gloria Douglas |
Subject: | [Ffss-dev] poinsettia |
Date: | Fri, 8 Sep 2006 00:31:07 -0500 |
Look here, said Martin, we must go and do our
duty.
You want to live, he bawled inher ear, because you
enjoy living.
The room now was almost dark, save for a
waterypattern fluctuating on the ceiling.
Its like a kitten catching its tail, Peggy thought;
round andround they go in a circle. Its like a kitten catching its tail, Peggy
thought; round andround they go in a circle.
But next moment somebody stood beside her. Couples
came flocking back into the room. He never feltentirely at his ease with
her.
But tell me, does old Biddy still keep the little
shop, sheasked, where we used to buy sweets? Its like a kitten catching its tail,
Peggy thought; round andround they go in a circle. There was a row of chimney-pots
against the sky. Then somememory came back to him of a terrace, a cigar and William
Whatney.
He was like an oldelephant who may be going to
kneel.
She spoke with anacerbity that made her
real.
But she could not see her face;only the top of her
head.
She looked terribly like Milly for a moment; sleep
brought out thefamily likeness. But she felt nothing, even when she had reduced moon
andstars to that. Yes, were staying with Connie, she said; they had come up for
acricket match.
And Ive not heard a word about your travels, Nell,
she went on. It sounded like the half-inarticulate munchings of animals in a stall.
I was wondering how they came to marry, she said.
She put the book on the table; she gave it a sad
little pat as sheshut it. Help me to move the tables, North, said
Delia.
Peggy caught his eye, where she stoodtalking to an
unknown man.
The thought gave her extreme pleasure:that there
was a pattern.
Sheseemed upheld by their gaze; vibrating under
it.
Now, said Maggie, pausing for a moment, outside the
door.
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