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From: | Rosamund Seymour |
Subject: | [Fenfire-dev] insurance adjudicator |
Date: | Sat, 9 Sep 2006 18:17:16 +0300 |
Luke, said Harry Tugman, looking up from his paper,
I wascertainly sorry to hear about Ben. The women filled the house with their
moaning. Next to mybrother Ben, I was the best boy they ever had. She stood looking
about fuzzily for a moment, with the blurredgentle smile on her lips. They had
escaped from the prisonof death; they were joined to the bright engine of life
again.
But in the distance, away on their level and above,
on other hills,they saw the town. He wentin quickly and walked swiftly up the
winding road that curvedaround the crest of the hill. A chant, a song, the slow
dance ofthe little things within him. We want you to help us find
somethingappropriate. Well, then, said Horse Hines decisively, I was going to
suggestto you boys that you take this one. Luke, said Harry Tugman, looking up from
his paper, I wascertainly sorry to hear about Ben.
If Id acted different, wemight have got along
together.
Eliza, unmoving, sat across the bed, holding Bens
hand. Wind pressed the boughs; the withered leaves were shaking.
I dont like that way of talking, boy, she
said.
Below them, in the gulch, night had come. When he
came to the gate of the cemetery he found it open. And painand pride and death will
pass, and will not come again.
If thats the bestyouve g-g-g-got, well take
it.
Were not pinching p-p-p-pennies where Bens
concerned, hesaid proudly. Hugh and I have a right to our own lives. This thing is
one with all carrion; it will be mixedwith the earth again. He wentin quickly and
walked swiftly up the winding road that curvedaround the crest of the
hill.
We want you to help us find somethingappropriate.
As they drove away,Eugene peered back through the little glass in the
carriage.
Youd neverhave known they were twins, she
said.
The mourning women peered out of the
closedcarriages at the gaping town.
Wind pressed the boughs, the withered leaves were
quaking. Hes alreadygetting you measured up for one.
Wholl be coming here this time next year,I
wonder?
Youd neverhave known they were twins, she
said.
Youve d-d-done a fine job, said the sailor. He was
a man past fifty, with apleasant red face, brown mustaches, and a gentle placid
manner.
Already shes begun to pretend how much heloved her.
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