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From: | Godfrey Richardson |
Subject: | [Gnue-sb-commits] protester periscope |
Date: | Tue, 12 Sep 2006 12:07:44 +0200 |
But youll need to go soon if you want to seeher
alive, he said. Ill be blowed, if thats not the lasttime I
YOURE sitting on the wrong side of the table
to-day.
And how could he guess what hadhappened up here,
unless he had second sight?
Emma turned up her face, which age had withered
till it seemedhardly bigger than a babys face.
Youreright, child, dont marry a man wholl look down
on you. His eyes shone with the mad fire Larry hadseen in them twice before. Well
go, child, before they comespying out what youre up to.
Then she turned back and threw her armsaround her
mother and clung to her, peering into her eyes. It must be thirty years close on
since Iset eyes on ye face to face. No, she couldnot run away, not unless she was
sure. I know a dead cert down Randwick for next month. Grease-spots mildewed on her
dress and the soot of the fire cakedin the fine wrinkles of her face.
Thats about how long youll need to get the guts,
Coyle sneered. Berry must have a bit of a goldmine to keep you both here
withoutgoing shearing, he said. Ill be blowed, if thats not the lasttime I . Yes,
things have changed a bit,Cabell said.
That was on the Murray, fifty-three years ago.
Harriet put up her hand in feeble protest.
Ill be blowed, if thats not the lasttime I . I felt
dirty too, as if I wasfinished for life.
Flanagans urbanity of a man for whom the world
holds no moresurprises deserted him. Larry said nothing to the swaggie, but heflared
into anger within.
Thatswhy you dont go to see your old woman.
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