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From: Mirabel Davidson
Subject: [bug-GIFT] rooster memorandum
Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2006 07:59:28 -0400

Because you see your life belongs to me henceforth. For the first time it occurred to her that her scandal-loving old tongue had done a black thing.
That iswhat the Priests all call me behind my back.
Then, characteristically she thought of a postscript.
What worries me about writing novels, confided Emily is the lovetalk in them.
Might as well learnspades are spades now as ever. You make me believe in fairies, whether I will or no, he toldher, and that means youth. The portion upon which one of her legs lay was quite loose andpendent also. She felt that she was on the verge of solvingthe mystery that had so long worried and puzzled her.
She felt, as she wrote to her fatherafterwards, as if a little bird was singing in my heart.
Emily never was long in doubt about anyone shemet. Because it means everything the human heart desires, said Dean. Emily and Cousin Jimmy had so much to talk of that the drive homeseemed very short. And oh,PLEASE let somebody find out that Ilses mother didnt do THAT.
She was beginning to be sensitive about her ears. Theremust have been a fearful mistake somewhere.
Something like pleasure gleamed in her gulf-blue eyes.
Aunt Nancy andCaroline returned to the back parlour and their cribbage. Something seemed to hang between her and her old delights. When Leo came home from a voyage and found Beatrice married he tookit coolly enough. She had been a flirt before her marriage. I believe, thought Emily, that a dog is betterthan a cat when youre in trouble. If you like Ill kiss you good-bye, she said chokily.
You haveprobably discovered by this time that my Lady Aunt detests me.
Yielding to a suddenimpulse she flung the big aster on the ground and set her foot onit.
They knitted and gossiped on, enjoyingthemselves hugely. Emily delightedly repeated the whole poem. She felt that she was on the verge of solvingthe mystery that had so long worried and puzzled her.
Tweed sat down obediently and Dean Priest disappeared.
It is nice to think He can hear me ifnobody else can.
And our first kiss mustnthave the flavour of good-bye. I think I shall be either a great poetess or a distinguishednovelist, said Emily reflectively.
He stood at the cross-road and watched her out of sight.
I happen to have a fancyfor that picture, thats all. He wiped his forehead with hishandkerchief.

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