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From: | Gil Combs |
Subject: | [Fenfire-dev] practicality |
Date: | Fri, 25 Aug 2006 14:54:09 +0300 |
It may be three or four hours yet, and this is my
second to-night. She was knocked down four days ago by a bus. Their eyes were full
of the varying lights of thenight.
She was knocked down four days ago by a
bus.
And suddenly his passionate need of herreturned,
but in the guise of an intolerable tenderness.
Kit could see the retinal redness ofPentreaths dark
and sensitive eyes. She stood there, looking at him and smiling, and yet there was
muchmore behind her smile. But half the women one wants arent the women onecould
live with.
She hadthe clearness of vision of a woman who is
fay. The girl took a look at him as they passed under a lamp. You are absolutely
right about wanting tohelp Pentreath.
Therewas something French in the logic of her
emotions. I can do it without docking you of your money.
He felt her cheek pressing against
hisshoulder.
Sorrell paused to light a pipe, while Kits glances
seemedto sink into the landscape.
Kithad walked from the station, carrying his
suitcase; he was wearinga black tie.
We live together; makes it easier, sharing one of
thosepigeon-holes.
There is a woman downstairs whowill come
in.
Only once did he speak of them to his father. They
wandered, Kits arm tucked under hers, and his hand holdingher fingers.
She gave a little twist of the
shoulders.
Kit found himself in the doorway, looking into the
eyes of themessenger. She asked to forget the mists of November, though sheknew that
they would come.
Also Kit met people in the Chelsea house, people
who mattered, whohad done things.
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