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From: Rosaline Pearson
Subject: [bug-GIFT] gridiron
Date: Fri, 1 Sep 2006 08:37:43 -0500

Whars that doll you took from Mary, Abner? The drawing-room window opened, and from itemerged Mrs.
She wept with gratitude, and Lewis drew abreath of relief. From behind a mereshadow of it the light still came.
The light began to stirwith strange forms. Their white, rollingtents smoked across the dusty desert and made for the Pass of theNorth. Raycie, or an entreatingone from Mary Adeline, made him insert a languid fork into the heap.
But the most remarkable object within the range of Mr.
They foundthe old peoples road to good grazing.
Noother eyes he knew could express such elemental rage as Treeshys.
The stream ran into the desert, and the forests grew. Their white, rollingtents smoked across the dusty desert and made for the Pass of theNorth.
Raycies windows, and thankedhis stars that they were still tightly shuttered. Why, swan to man, if hit haint a heathen idol!
She stood at the door of the ruined chapellooking at it in the light.
I never setfoot in the places myself; but a glance at the outside was enough.
What was left of him was completelymaterial. At the top of the treethe madonna bloomed.
The rhythm of childish feet had only jarred him. Raycies own heart, but in which Lewis was not tohave even a consulting voice.
EPILOGUEThe great mountain continued to look upon the plain.
Ah, here I know, my dearboy, I touch a responsive chord! Why, swan to man, if hit haint a heathen idol!

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