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From: | Trudy Moran |
Subject: | [gfsd] high-level |
Date: | Thu, 7 Sep 2006 16:12:09 +0200 |
She had determined never to go and see him
again.
And he lookedaway to the livid scar on the Majors
cheek. But dont you get awfully bored, he said, between the visits?
She looked at him, and shivered slightly. But your
conditions were much worse than mine, smiled the Count.
Father just heard from the Admiralty: quite
fit.
She could see the darkness swayingin the
depths.
Something, someone seemed to be looking overhis
shoulder. And it was absolutely a fatal thought to her that he wasgoing
away.
Thats the effect it had on me, beinga
prisoner.
She leftoff her thoughts and went through the hall
to the drawing-room.
She leaned her hand on the mantelpiece and looked
down at theelectric fire.
But it had also made her nerve-worn, her husbands
love. Sheturned and looked into his light blue eyes. She asked her maid, whom she
could absolutely trust.
Please dont, if its anything that matters. They
strayed about through the thin clump of trees. The thought made her rest her hands
in her lap and drift into amuse.
She leftoff her thoughts and went through the hall
to the drawing-room. The invisibility of her he wanted to love. But it seemed like a
scarin him himself, in his brain, as it were. But whatever happens, it is only one
thing, really. I hope I may be able to congratulate you in the same waybefore long.
Dont tell me your hands could die,darling: your wonderful Proserpine fingers. I say
to my heart: Beat, hammer, beat with littlestrokes.
She stood with her hand on the mantelpiece, looking
down and notanswering. Thestrange laugh of his face made the air seem dark to
her.
Who could help worshipping you and lovingyou:
immortal and mortal together.
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