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From: | Joan Ward |
Subject: | [Mine-dev] forklift |
Date: | Fri, 15 Sep 2006 17:37:38 +0300 |
The sun poured into the lane, and I watched the
little greenlizards on the wall beyond.
Let us interrogatethe old one about the topography
of this damned village.
I have heard that you of the islandsboasted of your
hospitality.
Themen from the hills, who are most bitter against
her, carry riflesbought with her money.
We put this to thepriest, and he proved
unexpectedly helpful. My first business was to get into the House and discover how
thingswere going.
The problem seemed to me to be clarifying itself.
The sun poured into the lane, and I watched the little greenlizards on the wall
beyond.
I groped for them in themist but could not find
them. There was a largehouse near which belonged to some foreigners?
Twice he printed inemphatic capitals: Pete
sanctuarium ecclesiæ.
Beside it was a tiny bell-tower,obviously far more
ancient.
There is a madness which surges up at times inthese
islands.
Since you will not speak, Maris cried, I will go to
your priest.
Ned, old man, we have been friends for a long time,
and you mustforgive me if I take liberties.
She replied in a harsher accent, speaking withthe
back of her throat. But all the same I was in some deadly danger.
But you could see that they were bitter poor,for
their cheeks were thin and their eyes hollow.
I dont know that youve any right to ask the
question, and Imcertainly not going to answer it.
The boat was bound for the Dodecanese,and would
pick us up on her return a fortnight later. Ned, old man, we have been friends for a
long time, and you mustforgive me if I take liberties.
But we did not meet, for by theevening she was
gone. The flames, I say, for whatever happens, there will be no peace inPlakos till
it is in ashes. Indeed I telegraphed about it thisafternoon. A second later I heard
footsteps as of a child running. For, of course, we had come in that infernal fog to
the wrongplace.
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