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From: | Viola Mata |
Subject: | [Bug-spacechart] regiment toot |
Date: | Thu, 10 Aug 2006 07:57:12 -0400 |
And, like all female creatures, you form your
opinions by yourfeelings. She dramatized thething so vividly that she almost
screamed with the horror of it.
Thank God you havent gone over, he
muttered.
It was really his laughter that had won Dean
hisreputation for cynicism.
It is nice to think He can hear me ifnobody
else can.
They hadmothers, sisters and sweethearts. It
is nice to think He can hear me ifnobody else can. She and Leo were
alwaystogether there when Allan was away seeing his patients. And, sheadded
wonderingly, just for a moment it made me HOMESICK, too.
She hadasked Ilse once where her mother was
buried and Ilse had said, Oh,I dont know.
Whomdo you belong to that you are let risk
your life on these dangerousbanks? Something seemed to hang between her and her
old delights. You dontthink me handsome but you think me nice. IKNOW Ilses
mother COULDNT have done anything like that.
They have never got over the Bubastis habit of
godship. Your ankles will domore for you than your brains ever
will.
What worries me about writing novels, confided
Emily is the lovetalk in them.
Oh, gasped Emily rapturously, that gave me THE
FLASH. I like cats but I never keep one, Dean said. A queer little strangled
sound came from Emilys corner. One swayed with a queer fiery grace in
thedraught from the door. Kittens dont want to be worshipped, she said. Father
Cassidy told me to keep on, cried Emily.
She loved him for the world he opened toher
view.
If Dean Priest were acynic he showed no
cynicism to Emily.
The baby was asleep in its crib and the
servant girl was watchingit. She doesnt make me wearsunbonnets and she lets me
go barefooted in the forenoons. She was not so learned inlore of dogs as in
lore of cats.
Im sure Ill like studying history after this,
said Emily;except Canadian History.
Then, beside it, she saw a mans face looking
down at her!
Icannot believe it but Aunt Nancy says it is
true. They have never got over the Bubastis habit of godship.
I dont believe it, she cried, in a high,
unnatural voice.
Emily and Cousin Jimmy had so much to talk of
that the drive homeseemed very short. I happen to have a fancyfor that picture,
thats all.
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