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From: Albert Shields
Subject: [Cwriter-fr] post office
Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2006 13:02:34 +0200

Thats what he died of, bronicle pneumony. And, therefore, we couldnt unpack as much as our nightgowns untilit was time to put them on. He was counting the bills upon the table. Do you mean you would have to furnish money of your own? Oh, more fish, thats all, was his summing up. I can understand why you dont want everybody to know, ofcourse.
From that investment she had beennotified that she would probably get back one hundred and fifty. When you say no that way I know you mean it. He assured her that, much as he would like to, he could not hope topay all his creditors. I wish it were more, he went on, in the same confused andembarrassed manner.
He put thehat on the table and reached into his pocket.
I told Aunt Susan before she left, but Ihavent told any one else, not even George. He seems to like those beetle-heads as well as Knight said he did. Theres somethin I want you totake along with you. Though I willsay, she added, that some of the sinners take a long timecollectin their salary. Well, Carey Judson never was accountable where money was concerned. I wish it were more, he went on, in the same confused andembarrassed manner. Yes, she said, slowly, I shouldnt wonder if you was. She objected to my leaving my rubber bootson top of the bureau.
She objected to my leaving my rubber bootson top of the bureau. He was took down with hisfinal sickness and passed away, poor soul, and he never got em.
He entered and she preceded him into the little dining room.

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