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From: | Victor Howell |
Subject: | [Cfgstoragemk-dev] typewritten homework |
Date: | Mon, 11 Sep 2006 03:54:13 +0200 |
Bernard Selliger says she ought to,considering she
was in a circus, his mother said so. Shenever dared go into it because papa always
went there. Over the mantelpiece in that little hall,there was a picture I liked
looking at.
But I made him promise to tell me what bugs
were.
I dont think he cares much aboutgames; he never
seems to try.
He jumped so beautifully, trailing his leg,
quitedifferent to Podge. At last I sawone with Upper Middle Two on it and went in.
After prayers and breakfast the next morning; I didnt know where to goor what to do,
nor did Kirk. It was beastly of pater making me give him back thatsov. He puthis
finger-nail under one of the bees, the top opened and out fell a lotof
coins.
But even then they couldnt, so I dug thewhole time
and sent them for the water. Ten thalerfrom grandpapa in that silver beehive all the
way from Austria for Dick. I wonder if there isnt something I could do for
him.
It was two students with leatherjackets on and
their necks muffled up fighting a duel with swords. XIUp to the last I was in an
awful funk that papa would take me down toClive. I love that greeny suit of Garnetts
and the way hewalks and ties his tie. And it isnt that lightkind like Paddys, its
more like the cocoon Mortimers silkworms make. Pater nevergives me more than ten bob
himself and makes an awful fuss about that. I put a chair infront of the fender and
stepped on it with one foot. He said I should never be a gardener and Idont think so
either.
And when Paddy told Lopez afterwards, he didnt
believe meeither and twisted my wrist. XIUp to the last I was in an awful funk that
papa would take me down toClive. He said I should never be a gardener and Idont
think so either.
When hedundone it, there was a silver money-box
shaped like a beehive.
Hie was the most awful man I eversaw in my
life.
It wasnt till after tea I knew that Mrs Clavis
lived upstairs above us. Then he put his fingers in the top pocket of his waistcoat
andtook out a gold piece. Every now and thena big bird flew across and then a little
white cloud.
I asked him to tell me more buthe wouldnt and Uncle
Fred wouldnt either for a long time.
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