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From: | Thomas Mcneil |
Subject: | [Janosik-devel] euphemistic |
Date: | Thu, 21 Sep 2006 05:07:43 +0300 |
Virey, I dont want to mess up thatroom with all
your wifes belongings in there.
We had better confine ourselves to otherriddles
than love and age.
Virey hated Ruth aspassionately as he had loved
her. Virey, however, had a dread of Adams hugehands.
This silence belied the blinking of the stars. Then
it was uphill work on the other side, indefatigable, ceaseless,patient,
wonderful.
Like thunder the great sound pealedup the
slope.
Heavy and large, it cracked down to thud into the
sandand bump out through the brush. This silence belied the blinking of the stars.
How easily could Adam strike the chords of her emotion and rouse her toimpassioned
speech! The black-and-white globules were seeds of maize. Some ants tried many times
and in many ways to grasp thehard little globules. These midsummer days soon made
him agaunt, unshaven, hollow-eyed wretch. Virey, her voice rising out of thestrong,
sweet melody. There is a very thin line between great love and great
hate.
Hes meantto more than once, but when you have come
he has been afraid. Im watching these red ants, replied Adam, without looking
up.
And, Wansfell, Im filled with pityfor women. Sees
howclose he can come to hitting the shack! Then, in my desperation, I dared Virey to
hisworst.
Yet when he thought of Magdalene Virey his
heartcontracted.
Then, holding her in his arms, heessayed to wade
out of the little stream of sliding rocks.
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