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From: | Fanny Sears |
Subject: | [ShopSuite-dev] attractively |
Date: | Sat, 16 Sep 2006 13:58:29 +0300 |
![]() Youcant see the point of your own
remark.
He tries to crush it intoa small space and it
simply sounds contradictory. Oh, said Wotton blankly, so you realized that you were
still onthe right track. I knew how the fight was going;and I knew when it
ended.
And then Pond observed suddenly:I suppose weve come
back to the right platform.
Andrew Glenlyon Campbell was a real philanthropist;
so wasVoltaire. He tries to crush it intoa small space and it simply sounds
contradictory.
Pond seemed to start with altogether a new sortof
surprise.
Ive defended my ownnursery nightmare as long as I
could; but youve woken me up atlast.
At present Iam still curious about the man who
murdered another man because heagreed with him.
Pond nodded; he seemed to be suddenly smitten with
a fit ofabstraction.
Pond; in that, even if he was busy, he was never
fussy.
Not quite irrelevant, I mean, even to our opening
talk aboutEuropean affairs. And very lucid, too, said Gahagan with a grin. Pond and
even more attached towatching other people work. A mere trifle, too light and airy
to recur to our minds at anyother time.
Gahagan sat down with his hands crossed on his
stick and thumped iton the floor. Well, Im blowed, said the Captain
elegantly.
Pond noticed the clerk; and could not help thinking
that hewas rather worth noticing. You cant see the paradox in your own
remark.
Even that phrase might be defended, observed
Mr.
Pond was the official in charge of the
job.
I saw all the boxes andthings into the van myself;
and nobodys been here to interferewith them. Anyhow, I knew where that argument at
Glenorchys table wastending. There was another silence of growing mystification,
like thegathering darkness outside.
Anyhow, I knew where that argument at Glenorchys
table wastending. But he seems somehow associatedwith theatrical things at the
moment.
They were going on with the argument, cried Pond,
in a squeakthat was almost shrill. In some odd way,indeed, I seemed suddenly to see
old age itself as a masquerade. Yes, assented Wotton, weve rather strayed from the
subject,havent we?
I consider it quite a Christmas triumph, said
Mr.
Ponds fanciful mysteries; least of all, of the last
and mostmysterious, the mystery of his mirth.
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