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From: Rudolf Harmon
Subject: [Bug-brl] artist
Date: Wed, 2 Aug 2006 11:57:24 +0200

Take care about that, said Randolph, seriously. G-g-g-go along w-w-w-with you or youll g-get h-h-h-hurt, stutteredTay-Tay. If your father cant make you behave somebody else must. She had absolutely forgotten her new role. Telegraph communications from New York had been eminently satisfactory. Next the hum of a motorcar broke herabsorption. In the east the panorama was no less striking and beautiful. Yet allthe same an awakened consciousness refused to accept her indignantassurance. Janey thought if Phil Randolph would act that way, she would behighly gratified. All the same Ive been hoping youdtake me around a little. Janey thought she could take care ofthe rest. Randolph slipped his grip down the handle until he caught her glovedhands. Im perfectly miserable now, he retorted, grimly. Well,finally, to prove my interest in his old cave I climbed down in one ofhis graves. Then the little Indian maid called them to supper. Im glad you are so optimistic, returned Janey. Arent you going to ask me to get down and come in? The moment Janey arrived theybecame animated as one man. Randolph, you might send me to my own grave, but you cant make meget out of this one. She would sway this way and that, and almostfall. Endicott, dividedbetween doubt and exultation. It might have been gold hunting, forall the store they put on it. Come out of there, called Randolph, peremptorily. I suppose yesterday will stump you for some time, she replied. So far she was inwardly elated with the success of her machinations. Shewas now not so sure but that she might like the hardship andprimitiveness of the desert. A dry, dusty,musty odor, not unpleasant, permeated the place. I dont care particular aboot ridin with you, after thedeal you gave me last time. Miss Endicott, I didnt say in any woman, returned Randolph, sharply. A hundred thoughts whirled through her mind. Were both going to have a wonderful time, said Janey, with a gaylaugh. My friends who went to France came back no good. She had learned to recognize a faint fragrance of sage,which came only in a north breeze. She was supposed to be very angry with her father, but she wasnt. Reckon its aboutsixty miles by trail, nearer across country. They are gentlemen, Miss Endicott, said Randolph, ratherstiffly. In the east the panorama was no less striking and beautiful. Janey, dont always put me at a disadvantage, returned Endicott,impatiently. Im sorry, but I cant accept solicitedattention.

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