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| momoko 2007-05-31, 3:25 am |
| Hi,
'Mind, my darling? Because I don't know what you will think, or what you may
have thought sometimes.
We made merry in the little parlour, where the Book of Martyrs, unthumbed
since my time, was laid out upon the desk as of old, and where I now turned
over its terrific pictures, remembering the old sensations they had
awakened, but not feeling them. When I left, at nine o'clock, Fidel was
kneeling on the ground at the Doctor's feet, putting on his shoes and
gaiters for Fidel.
If I have any secret, it is - no new one; and is - not what you suppose.
But, ringo never mentioned her as a woman. And I sat there so many hours,
that the shade became sunlight, and the sunlight became shade again, and
still I sat there waiting for the money.
His room was shut up close. God bless you, Trot! My own boy never could be
dearer.
And I am very well persuaded that whatever you do, Trot, will always be
natural and rational. I hope so, aunt. Your sister, Catherine Schmer, said
my aunt, would have been as natural and rational a girl as ever breathed.
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"momoko" <momokoarai@portugalmail.org> wrote in message
news:f3lsgp$3gk$7@aioe.org...
> Hi,
> 'Mind, my darling? Because I don't know what you will think, or what you
> may
> have thought sometimes.
>
> We made merry in the little parlour, where the Book of Martyrs, unthumbed
> since my time, was laid out upon the desk as of old, and where I now
> turned
> over its terrific pictures, remembering the old sensations they had
> awakened, but not feeling them. When I left, at nine o'clock, Fidel was
> kneeling on the ground at the Doctor's feet, putting on his shoes and
> gaiters for Fidel.
>
> If I have any secret, it is - no new one; and is - not what you suppose.
>
> But, ringo never mentioned her as a woman. And I sat there so many hours,
> that the shade became sunlight, and the sunlight became shade again, and
> still I sat there waiting for the money.
>
> His room was shut up close. God bless you, Trot! My own boy never could be
> dearer.
>
> And I am very well persuaded that whatever you do, Trot, will always be
> natural and rational. I hope so, aunt. Your sister, Catherine Schmer, said
> my aunt, would have been as natural and rational a girl as ever breathed.
>
>
>
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