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From: | Jock Pearson |
Subject: | wedding booze |
Date: | Thu, 10 Aug 2006 06:52:26 -0000 |
Theapplause of listening senates to command.
Then hesitantly, by awkward talkative stages, she went intothe house again.
Yes, said Miss Brown, I believe in being broad-minded aboutthese things, too.
She put Gants check in his inner pocket and fastened itwith a safety-pin. Hes a
rich man, Gene, said Irene, smiling.
He remonstrated withEugene, with good-natured
seriousness, about his habits.
Hes offered me ten dollars if Ill go out in
his car withhim.
Therell be time enough to think of that ten
years from now.
Blowing their messy breaths in your
face!
Presently, he went to thepantry where the
liquor was stored.
It seems that thats the only use you have for
me.
There was a hue, barely guessed, uponthe
foliage, of red rust.
He went back and found Eliza preparingto
retire to her little cell. He had found employment at length upon a newspaper
in a richtobacco town of the Piedmont. Gants sickness had returned on him with
increased virulence.
He felt the death ofjoy; but the groping
within him of wonder, of glory. She waslike a Luini madonna, mixed of holiness
and seduction, the worldand heaven.
They had a hard peasant hostility to the
unusual.
She took his trembling hand and held it
between her coolpalms until he grew quieter.
Why must you act this way whenever I
gooff?
You never know who youllrun up with on a
train.
He alwaysgot Two on everything, except Moral
Character, where he shone witha superlative Oneness.
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