pamphlet

Dolores Mccarthy meivv at postman.jet.uk
Fri Sep 8 20:05:43 PDT 2006


He never shaved anylonger, his hair hung low. As he did so, his hand touched the hot glass of the lamp.
Slowly, slowly, a new development traced itself out in the WhiteRange Line House.
I wanted you to be surprisedthat I asked for Bobby to drive me to town.
But I made up mymind, when I did return, to withdraw, to wait for you, not to go toyou again.
Asyet, even then, it was half done on purpose when I insulted you. As he turned, he saw his wife in the corner behind the door. Ever after she was nervous, almost vicious when he approached her. He went past his farm, on to wild land, and sat down.
For a moment he hesitated, looking at her.
Seeing that Niels was doing this for him, hewould not leave him while he was what he was. Absent-mindedly Niels guided his finger-tips over his chin andnodded.
I wanted to show you a last mercy by leaving.
When he told them to take their time, all but Bobbysaw in that mere hypocrisy .
He wondered whatmight be going on in that head. Are there in us unsounded depths of which we do not know ourselves?
Hopelessness andindifference began to show more and more even in his physique.
To this that he had intended to buy her off.
He went past his farm, on to wild land, and sat down. Ill overlook that for the sake ofrevenge. Haggard she looked out from behind ascreen.
It was Bobby, too, who, when winter came began the work in thebush.
There werehorrible things in my memory of the past. 
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