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From: | Silas Curtis |
Subject: | [Bouquins-dev] successor retake |
Date: | Sun, 17 Sep 2006 15:14:55 -0500 |
Here, take a pull yourself; you look as though you
could dowith one. And you were undoubtedly rightabout Pardees reaction to my mention
of the black bishop the nextday. Blown to fuckin bits as soon as we got out of
thetrench, poor bugger.
Captain Malet halted his men by the orderly-room
tent. You dont want to straggleback to camp by yourselves; it doesnt look well
either. And,Markham, that is what we were supposed to think. We do NOT keep any
eBooks in compliance with a particularpaper edition.
My first intention was to halt the murder andhave
the wine analyzed.
We elp each other all we can, an when wecant elp
the other man no more, we must jes elp ourselves. I am glad you came through all
right, Bourne. It touchedhis own conscience, and throwing away the butt of his
cigarette hedecided to go. The air was thickwith smoke and the reek of guttering
candles.
Mr Clintonswitched on his torch, and shoved the
water bottle into the pocketof his raincoat.
As soon asPardee had walked away, he struck Drukker
and tipped him over thewall.
I wasnt interested in the key from the standpoint
of Arnessonsguilt.
A bloody plucky chap, an only a kid, too. He picked
up his tunic, put it on, and buttoned it slowly. It drove them out in the end to
theopen, unscreened trench which served as a latrine. It reassures itself after
thatfirst despairing cry: It is I! He could only stare atPritchard, while his own
sight blurred in sympathy. Itis indecent to follow a kilted Highlander too closely
out of adugout.
They seemed to hurry, as though the sense of escape
filled them.
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