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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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