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From: | Hilda Pritchard |
Subject: | [Fenfire-dev] progeny stuff |
Date: | Tue, 22 Aug 2006 15:42:43 -0200 |
Yes, my great fear is, Richards heading for another
move.
Its a goodish step for th ol cove, and a
regularroaster into the bargain. To them must now be added therent of the house they
lived in. Butthere was another reason for the deliberateness with which he soughtthe
bedroom.
It was the fault of his oldpoor head, which was
unequal to the strain of so sudden a waking. Did you see him, kneelin with all them
things spreadout around him?
Feeling as you do about it my dear you must just be
firmand stick to your guns.
His knees felt weak, and he could hardly see for
the tearsthat would keep gathering. She being what she was, he believed theknowledge
would well-nigh break her heart. His books lay unopened, withdrawn into their
primary state of somuch dead paper.
Why, thelikelihood is, theyll boggle at my
diagnoses . A man of his skill, hisexperience, wilfully to put himself at the mercy
of a pack ofbush-dwellers . I WILLTELEGRAPH YOU ON MONDAY MORNING EARLY. Theres some
people, Mary, ud call it by another name, mydear! But he waswholly without appetite;
and one glance at the fatty mess on the tablewas enough. IF, AS IS SO OFTEN
ASSERTED, THE SYSTEM OF HOMOEOPATHY AS PRACTISED BYHAHNEMANN AND HIS FOLLOWERS . And
if he once gets an idea in his head, I might as well talk tothe wind. Offhe raced,
shuffling his bare feet through the hot, dry, shifty sand.
An they both said itwas a crying shame to have a
doctor here who went in for magic andsuch-like. Really I cant help wondering
sometimes,Tilly, if Ive been the right wife for him, after all. Proffering an
excuse, he left the room to plunge it in water. Nobody ull go near the house any
more after dark.
I should not dream of inconveniencing the lady on
myaccount.
A man of his skill, hisexperience, wilfully to put
himself at the mercy of a pack ofbush-dwellers .
And digging deeper still, he got, he thought, a
further insightinto his motives. Until, angry and menacing, shattering the heavenly
inertia, a scream.
On the road home, the great heat and his own
depression overcame him.
IF RAIN DOES NOT SOON COME, WESHALL BE IN A PRETTY
PLIGHT.
She screeched like blue murder: Maria heard
her.
Down by the waters edge Cuffy played
angrily.
In fancy he saw himself refused credit, required
tohand over cash for what he purchased . Itran away so fast that there was hardly
any left; but it was enough:ugh!
But heknew another way of getting at them. But
there also cametimes when some such vividly recalled emotion proved the way out.
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