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From: Joan Ward
Subject: [Mine-dev] forklift
Date: Fri, 15 Sep 2006 17:37:38 +0300

The sun poured into the lane, and I watched the little greenlizards on the wall beyond.
Let us interrogatethe old one about the topography of this damned village.
I have heard that you of the islandsboasted of your hospitality.
Themen from the hills, who are most bitter against her, carry riflesbought with her money.
We put this to thepriest, and he proved unexpectedly helpful. My first business was to get into the House and discover how thingswere going.
The problem seemed to me to be clarifying itself. The sun poured into the lane, and I watched the little greenlizards on the wall beyond.
I groped for them in themist but could not find them. There was a largehouse near which belonged to some foreigners?
Twice he printed inemphatic capitals: Pete sanctuarium ecclesiæ.
Beside it was a tiny bell-tower,obviously far more ancient.
There is a madness which surges up at times inthese islands.
Since you will not speak, Maris cried, I will go to your priest.
Ned, old man, we have been friends for a long time, and you mustforgive me if I take liberties.
She replied in a harsher accent, speaking withthe back of her throat. But all the same I was in some deadly danger.
But you could see that they were bitter poor,for their cheeks were thin and their eyes hollow.
I dont know that youve any right to ask the question, and Imcertainly not going to answer it.
The boat was bound for the Dodecanese,and would pick us up on her return a fortnight later. Ned, old man, we have been friends for a long time, and you mustforgive me if I take liberties.
But we did not meet, for by theevening she was gone. The flames, I say, for whatever happens, there will be no peace inPlakos till it is in ashes. Indeed I telegraphed about it thisafternoon. A second later I heard footsteps as of a child running. For, of course, we had come in that infernal fog to the wrongplace.

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