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ladenesandbradshaenhaneleven
stonesix,ehousand
ayearandtalkedofproportion;intheirverdictsfor
holssaidohing,bradshaher,yetjudgestheywere;who
xedthevisionandthesideboard;sahingclear,yetruled,yet
inflishetriuhed.
“there”shesaid.thepapers.
sheaway.
and,shesaid,nothingshouldseparatetheshesatdo
andcalledhiythenaofthathaalicious
andagreatdestroyerofcrops.nooneuld
separatetheshesaid.
theuptogointothebedrooopacktheirthings,buthearing
voicesdoeshadperhapscalled,ran
doingup.
septisuldhearhertalkingtoholsoaircase.
“dearlady,ihaveeasafriend,”holswassaying.
“no.iyhusband,”shesaid.
heuldseeher,likealittlehen,hherwingsspreadbarringhis
passage.butholspersevered.
“dearlady,alloe...”holssaid,puttingherasidehols
an.
holsingupstairs.holses
es.butno;nothols;
notbradshafoot
tofoot,hensidereds.filrsnicebreadknifeh“bread”
ustntspoilthat.thegasfire
butitesing.razhthavegot,
butrezia,.there
reinedonlythesburylodginghousewindow,
thetireso,thetroubleso,andratherlodraticbusinessof
openingtheselfout.itheirideaedy,
nothisorreziasforshe.holsandbradshawlike
thatsortofthionthesill.buthetillthe
verylastnt.hedidnottodie.life.
onlyhunbeingsingdohestaircaseopposite
anoldnstoppedandstaredathiholsthedoor.“ill
giveityou”hecried,andflunghielfvigorously,violentlydown
ontos.filrsarearailings.
“thees,burstingthedooropen.reziaranto
theesands.filrllided
erflappedherapronanddeherhideher
eyesinthebedrootheredealofrunningupanddoairs.
dr.holseasasheet,shakingalllass
inhishand.shestbebraveanddrinksothing,hesaidwas
itsothingsangled,
revernsustnotseehistbesparedasch
aspossible,an.
pulse,nooneheleast
toblahetolds.filr.andes
uldnotnceive.
itseedtoherasshedrauffthatsheeninglong
egarden.butheclockwas
strikiparedh
allthisthuingandushielf.shewasfalling
asleep.buttheclocker
heybringthebodyinhere,hey
seedpartofthatgarden;oraflag.shehadonceseenaflagslowly
ripplingoutfrosten
killedinbattleushadbeenthroughthe
eries,stwerehappy.
sheputo,andranthroughfieldshave
beenontosohill,sohesea,fortherewereships,
gulls,butterflies;theysatonacliff.inlondontoo,theretheysat,
and,halfdreang,door,rainfalling,
ongdry,thecaressofthesea,asit
seedtoher,holloinitsarchedshellandrringtoher
laidonshore,streeto.
“heisdead,”shesaid,slingatthepooroldanwhoguardedher
hherholightblueeyesfixedonthedoor.theybring
hinhere,erpoohpoohed.ohno,ohno
theyaarriedpeople
oughttobetogether,s.filrthought.buttheystdoasthedoctor
said.
“lethersleep,”saiddr.hols,feelingherpulse.shesahelarge
outlineofhisbodystandingdarkagainstthehatwasdr.
hols.
ohetriuhsofcivilisatioerhought.itisone
ofthetriuhsofbulance
sounded.sbulancespedtothehospital,having
pieoonthe
head,struckdoinuteo
atoheseighthappentoohatwas
ingbackfroheeasttheefficy,
theanisation,thenalspiritoflondon.everycarte
ofitsobulancepass.perhapsitwas
rbid;oottougrather,therespectheyshowed
thisaulansidebusynhurryinghoyet
instantlybethinkipassedofsoablyhow
easilyitghthavebeenthehere,stretchedonashelfhadoctor
andanurse....ah,butthinkial,directly
onebegannjuringupdoctors,deadbodies;alittleglowofpleasure,
asortoflusttoooverthevisualiressiontogoon
orefataltoart,fataltofriendship.
true.ahoughtpeterbulauedtheer
thoughthelighthighbelluldbehearddohereetandstill
fartherasiturtroad,gnstantly,
itistheprivilegeofloneliness;inprivaaydoasonechooses.
ohadbeenhisundoingthis
susceptibilityinangloindiansociety;note,
hiher.ihavethatihoughtstandingbythe
pillarbox,
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