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From: | Victoria Carver |
Subject: | [Bug-SnakeCharmer] sirloin pecan |
Date: | Wed, 30 Aug 2006 07:47:22 +0100 |
He was now wallowingin a hot bath, according to his
programme.
Youresure to know some of the fellows, and its a
pleasant way ofspending an evening. I might be bored in Parliament, he reflected,
but I should lovethe rough-and-tumble of an election. Wherever I heard the facts I
heard the tune, but Imno nearer finding out that place.
We would have drifted into politics, if Pugh had
not asked him hisopinion of Gandhi.
Hes as aloof as Sir Galahad from any interest in
the sex.
I cant explain why, but those threeblessed facts of
mine fit into it like prawns in an aspic.
Youhavent got the kind of mouth for a
rustic.
Will you have your daughters sold into simony? I
noticed that, asat our luncheon three days before, he drank only water. I dont know
why you say that, I protested.
His get-up wasexactly that of a country squire who
has come up to town for a dayat Tattersalls. He suddenly looked me straight in the
face. I barely know him, but I must confess that the few times Ive methim I was
enormously attracted. DominickMedina, for I didnt seem able to get hold of
him.
We had a lot to say toeach other and sat up into
the small hours.
He is as exotic as the youngDisraeli and as English
as the late Duke of Devonshire. I HEARD my three facts and didntinvent them. A
little, or they would not have taken hostages. At that I laughed heartily, for I
could see what was the matter. But my chieffeeling, I remember, was that it was
singularly pleasant. We had a lot to say toeach other and sat up into the small
hours.
Well, Ram Dassused to discourse to me on this
subject. I kept wondering how much help I would get out of him.
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