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From: | Mildred Nicholson |
Subject: | [bug-gcron] thorn |
Date: | Sun, 17 Sep 2006 11:42:52 -0700 |
HowI do hate men who give themselves such
airs!
There was a storm outside, and that helps. No, said
Lhaten, but I think you will not see what you go for.
It was difficultnot to betray the change in our
attitude toward him. I helped him to enter Tibet but I never heard ofhim
again.
I gives him a draft on Benjamin to pay my boardand
lodging.
I walks rights up to him, and hes so scaredhe cant
yell. You believe that such people exist, or you would hardly risk yourlives to look
for them in Tibet. You believe that such people exist, or you would hardly risk
yourlives to look for them in Tibet.
Silence then, and you could hear it with your
backbone. Id have lost the way sure, only I got thinking again after a bitand let
them show me.
Then silence, and we listened to the windunder the
eaves.
I reckoned theyd know I was making forLadakh, and
theyd keep on going until they caught up.
Its all talk that them passes cant be crossed in
winter.
They turnedtheir rumps toward it and had to be
beaten to face it again. Half a dozenmay have found it but I think all the others
perished. There werent no noise, nor nothing a man was used to. Their shed door was
open and the placestark empty except for two wool-stuffed mattresses. Yet few know
who their friends are;and a false friend is a devil in disguise.
ThisMister Jimgrim says he had no plan at all until
he reached Leh. I can stick out most things, but it made youfeel your head werent
yours.
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