|Date:||Sun, 17 Sep 2006 06:07:06 +0300|
I aint Olive Myrick, nor the Bartlett girl, nor any of therest of em. And queererstill considering that there was no dinner bell in the station.
YouveGOT to promise me youll tell everybody that; do you hear?
Be a good fellow,Peleg, and dont say a word about me.
And, although hedid not mention his thoughts to any one, he continued to think. Those two had known eachother but a little while, and that only during her visits toSetuckit.
The yarns hell tell will grow and spread like thegreen hay tree in the Bible.
He could not make out whether or notthere was any one aboard.
A sick man, an insane man,helpless, in that drenching rain!
Some kind of morphine or such dratted trash, I presumelikely.
If there was he was not moving, was notmaking any apparent effort to get his craft afloat. Weve just had word from Orham that Benoni Bartlettsrun off somewheres in the night. All thecomforts of home, as you might say.
Im a pretty fair average liar when I set my mind to it. Yes, and if Id set up as late as that Id just as soon stay upthe rest of the night.
Had he been able to think clearly he would haveunderstood.
Give himsome of that hot coffee, if you can make him swallow it, and coverhim up warm.
Let me know if you do see anything looks suspicious. He wasdressed in oilskins, and the strap of a black souwester wasbuttoned beneath his chin.
And itmust be something concerning Calvin and Norma. And queererstill considering that there was no dinner bell in the station.
Which side of that argument was the moreinsane it would have been hard to say. Those were questions over which he andhis fellow surfmen had puzzled and speculated much.
What should I tellall that pack of lies for? And, for his own sake, not to mention Normas,the sooner he does the better. Oh, why did this idiot persist in opposing his everysuggestion? But I had to admit that Pepper, as anurse, was a little worse than nobody.
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