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[Bug-dotgnu-libs] miniature quadrilateral


From: Bod Greene
Subject: [Bug-dotgnu-libs] miniature quadrilateral
Date: Sat, 26 Aug 2006 16:31:03 +0200

Some of these had struck itlucky and today were important people in the community.
If he could notget away from here what had he to live for?
Theres a stiff stretch for that, or used to be.
Peters told me what happened after I left.
Not what Idcall a mate, he said, but I knew him once. Well, youre not going to tell me hes got a ginger beard aswell? That was a shot in the dark, as Gursey knew. Hed have to get himself out of themuddle in the only way that seemed left to him. Didnt I bring him here and help to make himrich?
Hishair had gone white and he walked doubled up and leaning on astick.
Dont you think you can alter that by workingfor him.
And by coming here, tothe very place where he was likely to lose the little he had, hisliberty? Its so simple you wouldnt believe me, hesaid.
His dead-grey eyes seemed to light up at thethought, but he shook his head. And every day it became morepowerful, because every day it gained accomplices.
Cabell must be made to stay and face it out.
She had been spared the endless child-bearing that hadtold on the softer Rosa Bellamy. Through the door of Sambos hut he sawGursey leaning over the fire to warm his hands. Why must she sacrificeherself for his mistakes?
If you only wanted to hide, why did you come back here? He must be made into a man of high estate.
But Gursey was obscure, and Cabell left him with doubts strongerthan ever. She was dressed in old-fashioned clothes, and wisps of grey hair fell untidily over hereyes.
Their conflict had now reached the point where it would be settledonce and for all, she knew. She began to look on him as a younger Dirk,one half tainted with the dangerous old leaven. Success, money, power blotted out the past.
He was thirty-nine, past the half-way mark of his life.
Besides, Lizzie was a symbolof Dirks revolt.
Now he knewthat Cabell was up against the wall. But Ludmilla pushed her mother roughly aside. She glanced sideways at him and his head drooped, like a dogsexpecting to be kicked. She did not feel grateful for what he had done: rather shesuspected him more because of it. Again Cabellremembered him as the young fanatic of Murrumburra and asked Canthis be the same man?

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