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[Gnue-sb-commits] fretful heater


From: Sim Allen
Subject: [Gnue-sb-commits] fretful heater
Date: Sat, 9 Sep 2006 11:50:05 -0400

There, there, Flanagan rumbled soothingly.
Chivers watched him speculatively for several days, scratching hishead and whispering to himself.
Whatever happens youll keep your mouth shut, or Ill haveyou sold up on the spot. Surely the least she could give him was affection; butshe had no heart, no pity. His boots were coming to pieces and his hat had half a brim.
News filtered through of floods on the land andstorms at sea.
So Harriet must be wrong, and right and honour must be all on hisside. You fool, she whisperedindignantly, Why didnt you write before. Larry washopelessly drunk and covered in blood.
Her brownlegs were bare to the knee where her dress was caught up. After what youve done to me, and to Larry, and to James?
Every penny of his money wastied up snugly against the storm. His old mandamn near owns Waterfall and here he is on wages.
She greeted her father coldly but she greeted him, andshe sat down to dinner with him and ate well.
Give me the letter please, dear, Cabell said, nervously breakinghis nails.
On thefourth day a terrific storm drenched the valley, and the coach didnot come again. All the sameIm going to write as I promised. In a minute youll make me do something dreadful.
You put me in mind of something I wanted to say, Chivers said. She tried to slip past between him and the bath, but he put an armround her shoulders and held her.
Then she thought ofher father and the lie he had told her and she stamped. But you might save her from something worse than death! She greeted her father coldly but she greeted him, andshe sat down to dinner with him and ate well. He was piling straw away from the threshingfloor. You fool, she whisperedindignantly, Why didnt you write before. The clerk came in quietly and lit the lamp. Theres a bit here in the paper about him and the goldmine atWaterfall.
There was no stopping his mind once he let it free on this tack.
Youve got on, and heresthe McFarlanes and me
At the seventhglass he became quarrelsome. A faint perfume of powder andscented soap enveloped him. Hetried to get past with a gruff Good day, but Berry kept him.
Hecomplained of pains over his sound eye and pretended to be sick,but she took no notice.

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