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From: | Rowland Peck |
Subject: | [Cwriter-fr] cervix |
Date: | Mon, 11 Sep 2006 23:49:48 +0200 |
Little Elizabeth and I are very good friends by
now.
Well, she always hated her sister, Mary Ann, who
had died a fewmonths before. But youre not a strange person, are you,
MissShirley?
But between you and me and the bed-post Im
notterribly struck on him for a brother-in-law. Anne had talked Duncan Bryce into
letting Wilfredfinish out his year in High School. Lets pretend thats your island of
Happiness. But theres no doubt her sister, Aunt Cecilia, wasthe more interesting to
talk to. At the graveyard gate Anne turned and looked back.
But I cant hate Rebecca Dew inspite of her habit of
using my pen to copy recipes when Im inschool.
When the Courtaloes plots were exhausted Miss
Valentinesreminiscences became a bit spicier. Tonight, when she came over for her
milk, I saw that she had beencrying.
Justnow it is a huddle of friendly white roofs .
Elizabeth sips the glass of milk as slowly as possible in order tospin our
conversation out.
Miss Sarah wrung her fine lace handkerchief in her
little blue-veined hands.
I never dreamed of showing or telling that
otherlittle item to any one. But I felt I was not convincing Elizabeth.
And with her Summerside failure bruitedabroad she
would never be able to get another school. And poor Anne hadno doubt on whose banner
victory would perch. I came down like a thousand of brick,as Rebecca Dew would
say.
Comedy and tragedy are so mixedup in life,
Gilbert.
She looked carefully back at the houseto see if the
door was shut. I meanto the homes of all my pupils, both in town and
country.
We have come to capitulate, she said
bitterly.
Ive heardthat dying was the only thing she ever
dared do without asking herhusband.
I may do it on the Sundays I dont spend at Green
Gables.
The Woman said I was big enough to sleep without a
light.
She gave her name as Miss Kinsey and everybody
called herthat.
My, weve had a terrible lot of funerals in
ourfamily.
She always wentto church a little late to show off
her clothes. Meanwhile, as you love me and the cat tribe, pray for a
poorbroken-hearted, ill-used Thomas cat.
I told you Nathan Pringle thought his wife was
trying to poisonhim . Once ortwice, though, she surprised a certain look of sly
triumph on Jensface that puzzled her.
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