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[Bug-SnakeCharmer] denunciation subservience


From: Jeffrey Lowe
Subject: [Bug-SnakeCharmer] denunciation subservience
Date: Sat, 5 Aug 2006 13:02:11 +0700

Her little room, generally so dear andbeloved and cosy, seemed like a prison. Some subtle prescience alwaystold him she was not yet ready to be kissed. Dean looked inscrutably at the little packet she held out to him. Between the house and the view, but not hiding it, was a row ofwonderful Lombardy poplars. She glancedup at the starlit sky of the autumn night. But it isnt going to beDisappointed any longer. Emilyfilled the built-in cabinet in the living-room with it and gloatedover it. I only want time to bury myself decently. Would he not see something worth while in this? Then she recovered enough to sendher story out again. And Dean had jewels of closets and cupboards put in everywhere. Well, I can write short stories at least. Ilse wrote weekly letters in which she rather tooobviously tried to cheer Emily up. She looked it over by her window in the fading light. When he was with her Emily felt that she might evenbe able to face a lifetime of lameness. Dean and Emily didnt care whether it was respectable andlucky or not. To feel that the comingyears are crowding to meet you and lay their largess at your feet? I should be less than yourfriend if I told you falsehoods about this, Emily. Her little room, generally so dear andbeloved and cosy, seemed like a prison. More and more as theinterminable days of storm and gloom passed she turned to him. Her heart,that had beaten so tumultuously a few minutes ago, was like lead,heavy and cold. Well, gurrl dear, ye do be having a good mouth for kissing,anyway. Thats a view I can live with, said Dean exultingly. I really think hes quite unconscious of ithimself. Ill make a sensible weddingot, just as youre doing, with a heart of gold and a pocket ofsilver. When he was with her Emily felt that she might evenbe able to face a lifetime of lameness. Well, gurrl dear, ye do be having a good mouth for kissing,anyway. Ive done nothing except snatch at happiness. Horrible things always are good foryou, I suppose. When a third publisher sent it back with a printed slip Emilysbelief in it died. Of course Aunt Addie did not put it inso many blunt words but she might as well have. Theres a story about almost everything Iveput in this house. She had lost Andrew, so must console herselfwith lame Jarback Priest. My days of laughter are done, Emily said to herself. He limpedsoftly after her and touched her shoulder. She glancedup at the starlit sky of the autumn night. You dont really believe that about Him, Dean. Thats what youve always seemed to me, Emily. And did you ever see such a shrewd, humorous, complacent, slightlycontemptuous old face?

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