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From: | Humphrey Davidson |
Subject: | [epsilon-doc] elm attacker |
Date: | Wed, 13 Sep 2006 21:40:58 -0200 |
He buried his face disgustedly in the pillow, which
was dampand smelt of coco-nut oil.
All the servants were waiting forhim on the
platform. Ko Sla understood English very well, though he could not speak
it.
THE WOMAN was Ma Hla May, Florys
mistress.
The boys learned as nearly as possible nothing.
There was the sound ofplunging hooves and of yells to the bullocks. He was too young
to realize what this life was preparing for him.
In common decency it washis duty to support the
doctor. Ma Hla May came in, kicking off red-lacquered sandals in thedoorway. There
was the sound ofplunging hooves and of yells to the bullocks.
Presently the bullock-cartwheels screamed nearer,
taking a parallel course. He could see the dog, andhe could see his foresight. It
was a goodlife while one was young and need not think about the future or
thepast.
Oh God, God, whatto do with the rest of this bloody
evening? Master, I love you, I love you more than anything in the
world.
All other kinds of freedom are
permitted.
He did not see the years stretching out ahead,
lonely, eventless,corrupting.
It would keep this up fortwo or three hours, until
the cocks began crowing.
The firmwere sorry, but would he please return to
Rangoon at once?
Flo rested herself against the roots and growled up
atthe invisible creatures.
To thinkof their horrible brown hands, touching me!
He had lived here ten years, and everyparticle of his body was compounded of Burmese
soil.
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