Subject: relic

From: "Sara Camp" <[email-masked]>
Date: Thu, 1 Jan 2004 12:49:51 +0200

Isnt that the man whos such a clever mathematician, orsomething? To tell the truth, sheenjoyed her occasional visits to Mr Warburtons house extremely.
Its theseswine of atheists like Bertrand Russell and Julian Huxley and allthat crowd.
You look like a corpse thats been buried and dugup again. Remember that Mrs Semprill is my next-doorneighbour. I wish youd ask himwhether we cant have a procession some time next month. All right, said Dorothy finally; thanks very much. You know hell only say no, said Dorothy, threading a needle tosew buttons on the doublet.
Not as I dont expect asitll do me much good.
Compared with the ordinary scandalmongersof a country town, she was Freud to Boccaccio. Father McGuire was riding towards her with anuntroubled, faintly amused air. I shant never get nobetter, not in this wicked world down here.
Larks alsochanting, choirs of larks invisible, dripping music from the sky. Up to Dr Gaythornes he is, a-digging over the doctors flower-beds for him. Aint it bitter hard, Miss, the lives uspoor working folks has to lead? Do you think Oliver Cromwell would comeslinking on like a dog thats just had a hiding? There were nearly two hundred peopleat Easter Communion.
When, as I told you, I actually saw with myown eyes . InBorlase the dairy-farmers meadow the red cows were grazing, knee-deep in shining seas of grass.
Dorothy broke herthread, all but said Damn!
When, as I told you, I actually saw with myown eyes . This piece ofpopishness had annoyed the Rector extremely.
She could think of nothing save thatfearful mountain of unmade clothes that lay ahead of her. But if you put your hand on the fur rug it disintegrated, burst andfled in all directions. Aint it bitter hard, Miss, the lives uspoor working folks has to lead? Its not fair to say such things about people. Ive got athousand things to do, and Im late already.
No indiscretion, however small, escaped her vigilance.
I never saw such dead-alive services as wehave here.
But if he thinks were the Catholic Church, whydoesnt he hold the service in a proper Catholic way?
You will understand thatwhen you get to my age. Dorothy pulled a frond of the fennel againsther face and breathed in the strong sweet scent.
Whats the good of gurgling it down in your inside likethat?
Pithers away at work, Miss, she announced as they got inside. She could think of nothing save thatfearful mountain of unmade clothes that lay ahead of her.