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From: | David Emerson |
Subject: | [Freeform-dev] trip moving |
Date: | Sat, 16 Sep 2006 20:57:48 +0300 |
In spite of everything Hennieis in the family way.
For the first time since his wifes death John Elliot laughed. She took his suitcase
and, beckoning to a red-capped attendant,handed it to him.
This had been said fromher intuitive knowledge of
the character of the girl. These trees were bending andstraightening, their tops
being lashed by a furious wind. He felt as if he were being kidnapped intothings
unknown and unheard-of.
And this life,the life of the vast majority of men
on earth, was the essentiallife of all mankind. The house through which he groped
his way downstairs was dark anddead. And in thy seed shall all the nations of the
earth be blessed. Lets giveher, while we can, such trifling
compensations!
They do notwant to go into outlying
districts.
Half a dozen leather-covered arm-chairs stood
about. He was in an execrable humour and hated himself forgiving in to it; but that
only made it worse.
But he found his room too close and warm, his bed
too soft. He was sitting bolt upright in his chair, muchenlivened.
Half the purpose of his whole existence was gone.
John Elliot sat in a corner, with Woodrow in front of him, thecentre of a small
group of listeners. If you wish to sleep a little,go to the library and lie down on
the lounge.
When he entered the parlour, it seemed less large
than he hadexpected. In that purpose he and his wife had beenone; and so they had
been fruitful and had multiplied.
She reached over and dropped a coin into the
waiting attendantshand.
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