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From: Frank Schwartz
Subject: fodder
Date: Mon, 21 Aug 2006 19:07:38 -0500

This time it was Lady Medchester who narrowly escapeddisaster over a bit of biscuit. Ah, thats the question, Pat, said Uncle Tom mysteriously. She bade them all good-bye cheerily and drewPat aside for a few whispered sentences. Merridew whisked Uncle Tom off to the LittleParlour.
Pat was sitting on a log in the silver bush one evening .
Everything had been the same there for years. Shes expecting me to propose to her again, Patsy, he said, aftera long silence.
Excitement always brings on a pain in my heart.
Some one came along the path and sat down beside her with a heavysigh. Come out to the graveyard, whispered Judy to the girls.
Aunt Hazel was hot in his favour but Judy, for a wonder,was not.
Thank the Good Man Above for that, said Judy devoutly.
Niver did I live through such anafternoon in me life. It was a mans own concern, symbolicallyspeaking, and wimmen critters had no right to interfere.
Gentleman Tom said nothing, as was his habit, but McGinty crawledunder the kitchen lounge. Alienation from Swallowfield wasunthinkable.
It was a mans own concern, symbolicallyspeaking, and wimmen critters had no right to interfere.
Uncle Tomburst out with the truth explosively
I cant believe Uncle Tom will really be so foolish at his age,said Pat.
In the eveningsshe went driving with Uncle Tom or sat with him in the moonlightgarden. Shell think thisturn-out very old-fashioned. In vain Patassured them she had done nothing.
In vain Patassured them she had done nothing. It never occurred to Dwight that any girl would want tosnub him.
When you light it you make an enemy of the dark. Girls dear, niver did I be hearing av such a thing.
Uncle Tom, still voiceless, brought up the rear.
I opine theres a female in the wind, speaking symbolically,said Tillytuck. And it doesnt reallymake any difference, Aunt Edith. I think shes very tired of facing theworld alone, poor little thing.

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