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From: | Emmanuel Worley |
Subject: | [Bug-spacechart] disoriented exclamation |
Date: | Thu, 10 Aug 2006 06:57:25 -0000 |
Itwas greater than all the music he had ever
heard; it was as greatas the highest poetry. It does seem you might spend one
night at home with your mother,she said querulously. It seemed to him that he
never knew her until he remembered heryears later. A sense ofimpending
dissolution, of loss and death, brought them back. If he did not go into the
law or theministry, he was appointed a Rhodes Scholar.
For, said she, if I wanted money, I wouldnt
fool with you.
The shadow of his death lay over
theirlives.
Occasionally she talked of death and
disease.
But now he was tired of thewoman and didnt
know how he could pay her.
But I was here all the time if you had had
time forme.
What, said Miss Brown, with a cunning smile,
what if yourmother should see us?
Such an industrioushack was called an
all-round man.
Eugene took allthe pennants from the wall and
folded them. I doubted if he would last the winter through. Youre lookinglike
the flowers that bloom in the Spring.
The boy went sulkily away until the rich man
should leave: thebanker looked bitterly after him. Hes almost as tall as you
are andtwice as broad.
Awoman like that can ruin a young boy like
you.
This caused a great schism in the
Church.
Itll ruin you quicker than anything in
theworld, if you do.
Therell be time enough to think of that ten
years from now.
You can do what you please with it after
Imgone, but give me a little peace now.
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