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From: | Harold Foreman |
Subject: | [Javaweb-discuss] seashore thinker |
Date: | Wed, 30 Aug 2006 00:17:30 -0000 |
![]() Perhapsthis was the chance she had been hoping
for.
When she awoke in the morning, it was still there,
beatinglike another heart. Gayheart, as he had been called for years now, had many
friends.
He had sung that for her in the beginning, when she
first went tohim. Why had he been compelled actually to drive in
thatprocession?
I cant see that anybody made a
greatsacrifice.
Gayheart while he whipped up histeam and went to
the neighbouring farms for help.
Why had he been compelled actually to drive in
thatprocession?
For the last eight years he had played chess with
old Mr.
He knew thathe was hurting himself in order to hurt
someone else. Such things will get out,and Fairy isnt one to keep them. She was
reasonable, she had no irritatingaffectations. If only she could have thatstrength
behind her instead of against her!
And now the story was finished: nograndchildren,
complete oblivion. He knew that she was unhappy, that she wanted him to help
her.
She couldgive her attention to other things, but it
was always there. Gayheart set off through the snow flurry, a daughter on eitherarm.
He shut the door behind himand asked her if she knew what had happened at the
river.
Im nearly an hourlate as it is, and Ive got to make
up time on the road. Gayheart set off through the snow flurry, a daughter on
eitherarm.
For a moment she had leaned against thetelephone
post back yonder, but only for a moment.
There they were, the Gayhearts, in that little
squareof ground, the new grave standing open.
Gayheart, as he had been called for years now, had
many friends. Just the way she used to runoff when she was little!
She was always self-possessed, nevermade
scenes.
She opened the window softly andknelt down beside
it to breathe the cold air. Theair in their big, slippery-floored many-bathroomed
house was notso chill as it used to be. The date is set for March, but I can easily
gosooner.
Tonight was an occasion for remembering; he felt
itcoming on. Gayheart liked to hear him tell of them over andover.
Perhaps some day they would be friends
again.
The gamewas up, and he might as well have his say.
She was sowithout any such power that even to think of it heartened her alittle. If
she stayed at home to practise, there were so many things to puther out. She
believed she wasbidding the country good-bye this winter, and that made her eyemore
searching.
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