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From: | Ralph Stevens |
Subject: | [Emonkey-dev] matting tripod |
Date: | Thu, 14 Sep 2006 13:35:21 +0200 |
Well, perhaps, now, at last, he was to find outwhat
it all meant.
The second paper was a letter, with the name of a
San Franciscohotel printed at its head. And I remember tellin you that in myopinion
there was somethin mighty queer behind it all.
Yes, she did have a box there, with her securities
andstocks and all that in it.
He had turned to go before he referred to the
subject Banks hadbeen expecting to hear. There were ever so many of them, four or
fivecompartments crowded full.
His uncle regarded him keenly, then turned on his
heel and left theoffice.
Why didnt she, or her husband, get rid of them long
ago?
Why didnt she, or her husband, get rid of them long
ago?
There was a knock on thedoor and he looked
up.
She rose and, following him, put her arm about his
shoulder. Oh, I put the fear of the Lordinto HER, dont you worry! Settin fire to his
vessel for the insurance!
Now, a fortnightafter the Truman funeral, there was
a drop.
Captain Bradford, she went on, quickly, your
brother wasGrandfather Trumans and old Mr.
She did notinterrupt again, nor, when at last he
finished, did she speak for along moment.
Do you see her often, now that she is staying atthe
hotel?
Well, youre aman, too, and youve got to face it.
CHAPTER XXIIDenboro was cooling down after a feverish two weeks.
He struck the desk with his clenched fist.
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