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faithful sacrifice


From: Richard Rankin
Subject: faithful sacrifice
Date: Wed, 23 Aug 2006 10:31:02 -0500

He cant say more than is said in thatpoem, or in that letter of his publishers.
It was founded in memory of a very great traveller whodhave dared Hell itself. Or, rather, were she and all this Englishbusiness some rude interval of waking? Pistache is myfavourite-chocolate filling.
The workings of a misogynists mind arenot for us to pry into, except in Vienna. Bowing to Yule, Dinny turned towards the door.
Wilfridsvoice behind her said:Well, youve got a tenner on. She heard Wilfrid say in a low voice:What a coward and cad you are! SIR,You will agree that the matter of this afternoon cannot restthere. So THAT, she thought, is what they wanted me for.
Yet for the honour of English race May I not live or endure disgrace . Amidst the silence and discomfiture those two stood smiling at eachother.
Dinny sank down on the car seat, and said quietly:Drive on, please.
Almost certainly hell be expelled under rule whatever it is.
Wilfrid took out his hands, let the cigarette drop from his lips,and nodded. CHAPTER XXIIJack Muskham occupied a bedroom at Burtons Club when racing kepthim overnight in town.
I suppose, said Dinny, with spirit, he wont see, on reflection,that hes more to blame than Wilfrid? And there issomething about editors which makes it certain sometimes that theyare not. Very distasteful, continued the fourth member, diving intomatters of conscience.
Her hand was still over her mouth, for her lips weretrembling.
Desert would prefer not to be seenwith me in public. Would you say Blenheim is higher behind than in front? The horses fate seemed to her the less dreadful.
The driver remounted and started the car with ajerk.
She sat with closed eyes till the last notes ofthat last act had died away, then went up to bed. I dont see the use of it, muttered Jack Muskham.
Dinny resumed her seat, and they drove slowly on.
Jack Muskham sat silent, his long face impassive and his long legsstretched out. Instinctively her hand went out to grasp Wilfrids arm, but toolate. And they moved toconsideration of important matters.
Well, nice horse, and handy for the turns.
Its in a third edition, and everybody reading it.
Dinny replaced the receiver and flew upstairs. She wandered unhappily abouther room, then took out his photograph. She did not want to go down and eat, but she must, orBlore and Augustine would be upset.

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