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From: | Blanch Goff |
Subject: | [grt-talk] calendar year |
Date: | Fri, 8 Sep 2006 16:50:25 +0100 |
Pauline had not formally intended to
speak.
He shambled among the rest, their
humorousbutt.
Hes much better at these games than I could
be.
If he met themtogether, he would at least be
justified.
Hes much better at these games than I could
be.
There were brooks; he knew it wasimpossible for him
to hold himself down in them while he drowned.
He shambled among the rest, their humorousbutt. He
had used himself to a composure that had readilyaccommodated itself to
him.
At the top he got on to the platform and hurried to
find therope.
Presently there was a stir in it, that
presentlyceased. He looked sharply to see if there were more Moffatts inthe
world.
He wanted to get himself completely out oftrouble.
He was used to that; all his life he had been the butt ofthe world, generally of an
unkind world. He heard faint hurrying footstepssomewhere on the Hill; the moon was
covered by a cloud. He was climbingdown a rope; he did nothing but climb down a
rope.
It had never had achance to disseminate anarchy
before, and now it took its chance.
Pauline had a recurrenttendency to lose the finer
point of military strategy in. The roof was not on, norhis life built
up.
They were both aware that this would be by no means
the samething.
He glanced at another note of excuse almost
withindifference. He had used himself to a composure that had readilyaccommodated
itself to him. He did not very well know what he wanted to do about it.
He hoped she would deny this at once; on the other
hand he didntwant her to stop. This man was not even terrified by thatfuture, for he
did not think of it.
Adelaand I are going back to talk to her now.
Unless he acted, his chance and he would belost.
Not a picture, Pauline said; I mean, have you ever
read of itshappening?
He hoped she would deny this at once; on the other
hand he didntwant her to stop.
Soft andpitiless the country stretched away round
him, unwilling that heshould die. Soft andpitiless the country stretched away round
him, unwilling that heshould die.
Or a hundred, or a score,or indeed but two or
three.
A fancy of it had grown inhim once or twice before.
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