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From: | Terry Burt |
Subject: | [Aleona-CVS] daylight |
Date: | Sat, 16 Sep 2006 11:03:26 -0500 |
Quick, quick, quick with repeated jerks they
struckthe mouldy flesh. She was untidy, but extremelyhandsome all the same, Abel
thought.
Matty Stiles, the caretaker, huddled in the
basement of the housein Browne Street, looked up.
Im so sorry, Digby, Eugénie said as they came into
the hall. He had made a little circle to look at thehouse in Browne
Street.
I havent seen him since he came back from
Africa.
Maggie flicked off a white fleck that had stuck to
her arm from hergloves.
A great gust of smoke blew in from the other
room.
She had only to show parties round who camewith
orders to view from the agent.
The man in the loincloth gave three sharp taps with
his mallet onthe brick.
Ill tell you the true story one of these days, she
said as shebent to kiss her daughter goodnight.
He liked Eugénies drawing-room, he thought, as he
stood therewaiting. The mixture of lightswas very odd; one leaf was a lurid green;
another was a brightwhite. Immense reserves of emotion seemed to dwell in them. And
he says, she murmured, the world is nothing but . He had not seen her alone; he had
not told heranything. There they were, jutting out under thesingle sheet. The one
sheet and the one blanket fittedsoftly round her. Lady Pargiter stopped in the
middle of hersentence.
Maggie held the blind so that the window
wasuncurtained. Both windows in theback room were open, and the smoke was blowing in
from the garden.
Digby brushed away a white thread that hadstuck to
his trousers.
The moon, falling onwater, made it white,
inscrutable, whether deep or shallow.
At the bottom of the bed was a long stretch ofcool
fresh mattress.
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