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From: | Chris Orozco |
Subject: | [grt-talk] so that deafening |
Date: | Tue, 5 Sep 2006 14:11:31 +0900 |
Thats the baby, she was saying, pointing to a boy
who wasdancing with a girl.
It seemed to him that she refused tohelp him. She
turned her watch on her wrist and looked at it surreptitiously.
He had come in; he looked verydistinguished, too,
in his elaborate, if conscious simplicity.
But he couldnt help it, not with thatnerve-drawn
egotists face, she thought, glancing at him.
She was feeling reckless; nothing that shedid
mattered.
Then somememory came back to him of a terrace, a
cigar and William Whatney. He stopped; it was difficult to describe a place to
people who hadnot seen it.
Yes, thats North, said Peggy, looking out. Couples
came flocking back into the room. I will count them, shethought, returning to her
notebook, and had begun one, two, three,four . He was looking at a couple at
thefurther end of the room.
Dyou think you can get a rise out of me at this
time o day?
But thats all poppy-cock, hethought; wars
poppy-cock, poppy-cock.
Her father brushed her shoulder as hedropped his
hand; but neither of them spoke.
There was something in her that chilled
him.
Does everything then come over again a little
differently?
There was a parrot with apink feather in a cage on
the counter.
She could just see the line of hisprofile; the big
nose; the thin cheek.
Marriage isnt for everyone, Eleanor
interrupted.
The nerve down her spineseemed to tingle as the
praise reached her father.
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