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From: | Diana Patterson |
Subject: | coast |
Date: | Mon, 18 Sep 2006 22:01:09 -0500 |
At last with a look of unhappyresignation she
closed herself in again.
They chattered like littlemonkeys with their arms
about each other watching a feast of lions.
The panel opened slightly as the lady-Putnam
sniffed through theorifice.
The quantity of oil which the captain desired
seemed unheard of. The table-cloth shone like the sun on water, dazzled. Still he
looked a little uneasy aboutsomething.
He heard a few stealthy footfallsbehind the
shutters and the light went out.
Rum and porter he had, but little or no wine. In
summer the house was warm and dry,dusty.
And he would look underthe great-coat later
on.
Somethingalready had begun to remain
outside.
Thecapacity for trouble had been removed from the
universe.
There wereseveral enclosures, some drafts on
Spanish bankers, and two otherletters. Only a sense of tremendous well-being and a
little irresponsibilityremained. Just then the womanreturned with a jug and a large
smoking dish. The swallows dippedand left rings in the shallows. That was where your
world began, was it not? A fast frigate or shed never have done it.
A yellow rainbow had collapsed accuratelyupon
it.
They heard hergiving excited directions in the
kitchen. He looked at the emptydish regretfully and at his mate
expectantly.
Youcould never quite understand what was throwing
these shadows whenyou were sober. Instantly he was more popular with the others,
captains andlieutenants who had only moustaches. The woman in red petticoatsstood by
loyally.
This time he closed the chestdeliberately and
locked it, clapped on his hat and went on deck.
They looked at one another withcomplete approval
and admiration. Those princes, those best of all good fellows, where were they? Then
he was pleased withhis mate for slinging the lingo so well.
He could hear her singing and the feetof the child
padding about on the floor. It seemed improbable that the priest couldever find the
way to his own room again.
He could hear her singing and the feetof the child
padding about on the floor.
FatherXavier walked as though he had a child beside
him. On this she set a bowl of grape vinegar, a dish offresh young garlic, salt and
a brown loaf. Shove it down, put the lid on it, liveonly now. How had it been
possible for him to forget all past benefitsin a few hours?
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