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[Cogitatio-interface] sunburnt tollgate


From: Austin Waller
Subject: [Cogitatio-interface] sunburnt tollgate
Date: Wed, 20 Sep 2006 11:07:12 +0700

It neededsalt badly but she was too hungry to hunt for it. Melanie lay quietly with the sheet up to her chin.
If you run fast you can catch up with those soldiers and theywont let the Yankees get you. She could not speak, but hatred and disgustburned in her eyes as she stared at him fiercely.
She jumped to her feet, her heart beginning again itssickening thudding and bumping.
As she took down the daguerreotype, she caught a glimpse ofCharles face.
Prissy still clung to her skirts and hardly anything showed in hereyes except the whites.
Hecould take them all away from this doomed place, away from theYankees, somewhere, anywhere.
She set the lamp on the candle stand by the window andreturned to the front porch. She fled up the stairs to her own room and hung out the window fora better view. She did not cry out but Scarlett saw her bite her lip andgo even whiter. If only she could be as cool and casual as he was! Ahs sceered ter go runnin roun inde dahk by mahseff! We are going home, to Tara, Scarlett explained rapidly. Hishands caressed her tumbled hair gently, soothingly, and his voicewas gentle too. Her face wasdeathly white but her eyes, sunken and black circled, were serene.
And, after a long interval: Oh,Scarlett, you mustnt stay here.
He suddenly burst into laughter and dropped her arm. Do you still want to try to get through to Tara? His large brown eyes met hers and she stopped for amoment to look at the picture curiously.

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