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Mon, 11 Sep 2006 12:56:25 +0300
Ive eaten far worse joints than this, headded. The girl was in the room, andshe
distracted him; also the noise of London still bothered him. All sounds were
for the moment obliterated. They watched the red juice running down into the
well of the dish. He put his hat on the table, but awkwardly. Yes, yes, she
said, as if to assure him that his words wereright.
Eleanor took it for grantedthat Nicholas would go with her.
I used to write to her, he thought, late at night,when I felt lonely, when I
was young. Blazing hot at midday: an old tramp tappedon your door
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