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From: | Dave Childress |
Subject: | [Fenfire-dev] petulant sidekick |
Date: | Wed, 20 Sep 2006 05:02:28 +0200 |
He had the cheek to take the splintsoff the other
evening. Kit, with a volume of Operative Surgery in his hand, smiledgravely at the
figure by the window.
He turned abruptly and walked to the door, and
Christopher did notsee him for the next two days. Orange looked at him with
affectionate attention.
Heread about that absurd and somewhat repulsive
person Mr. I knew that someone would open Kits door for him. He had eyes, deep under
bushyeyebrows, that gave the world quick, acute and side-long glances. For Kit had
one ofthose unexpected days when unexpected things happen. Obviously, Sorrell, there
seemed to be a fracture, a Colles.
We are rather proud of our ownpet fracture, arent
we, Gladys?
His practice as a consultant hadcome to him very
gradually, gathered by those grim hands.
Orange standing there, his face like a ghastly,
pallid mask.
But unlike Peter Pan, Kit did not setgreat store by
his own shadow.
She smiledfaintly at Kit; it was like turning on a
pale light and turning itoff again.
For years this man had been the butt of the
irresponsibly callow.
Christopher never forgot the quick lift of his
fathers head whenhe heard the news.
Yes, very wise, said Kennard, as some young things
are; but alsoquite simple.
He twisted slightly on his curved thighs and looked
fixedly downover his shoulder at Christopher.
He had eyes, deep under bushyeyebrows, that gave
the world quick, acute and side-long glances.
Christopher was arranging some of his books. I fell
in love with your face and your voice, notwith a category of virtues and
vices.
Wiseacre, have you ever seen a plumbers joint? She
said something about its being a fait accompli, and askedPentreath to ring the bell.
There were other eager young men shrewdly watching for futureniches at
St.
Other people saw to the length andthe substance of
Kits shadow. I think nearly all the bigmen, Kennard, have had a vein of simplicity.
At the end of it there came a sort of pregnant silence.
Orange standing there, his face like a ghastly,
pallid mask.
Listening in between the lines Kit seemed to catch
a whisper ofPentreaths inveterate fearfulness. Sandys would move up and become a
senior. He had the cheek to take the splintsoff the other evening.
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