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From: Fanny Sears
Subject: [ShopSuite-dev] attractively
Date: Sat, 16 Sep 2006 13:58:29 +0300

Youcant see the point of your own remark.
He tries to crush it intoa small space and it simply sounds contradictory. Oh, said Wotton blankly, so you realized that you were still onthe right track. I knew how the fight was going;and I knew when it ended.
And then Pond observed suddenly:I suppose weve come back to the right platform.
Andrew Glenlyon Campbell was a real philanthropist; so wasVoltaire. He tries to crush it intoa small space and it simply sounds contradictory.
Pond seemed to start with altogether a new sortof surprise.
Ive defended my ownnursery nightmare as long as I could; but youve woken me up atlast.
At present Iam still curious about the man who murdered another man because heagreed with him.
Pond nodded; he seemed to be suddenly smitten with a fit ofabstraction.
Pond; in that, even if he was busy, he was never fussy.
Not quite irrelevant, I mean, even to our opening talk aboutEuropean affairs. And very lucid, too, said Gahagan with a grin. Pond and even more attached towatching other people work. A mere trifle, too light and airy to recur to our minds at anyother time.
Gahagan sat down with his hands crossed on his stick and thumped iton the floor. Well, Im blowed, said the Captain elegantly.
Pond noticed the clerk; and could not help thinking that hewas rather worth noticing. You cant see the paradox in your own remark.
Even that phrase might be defended, observed Mr.
Pond was the official in charge of the job.
I saw all the boxes andthings into the van myself; and nobodys been here to interferewith them. Anyhow, I knew where that argument at Glenorchys table wastending. There was another silence of growing mystification, like thegathering darkness outside.
Anyhow, I knew where that argument at Glenorchys table wastending. But he seems somehow associatedwith theatrical things at the moment.
They were going on with the argument, cried Pond, in a squeakthat was almost shrill. In some odd way,indeed, I seemed suddenly to see old age itself as a masquerade. Yes, assented Wotton, weve rather strayed from the subject,havent we?
I consider it quite a Christmas triumph, said Mr.
Ponds fanciful mysteries; least of all, of the last and mostmysterious, the mystery of his mirth.

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