Subject: syringe

From: "Elmer Sears" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sun, 17 Sep 2006 21:05:27 +0300

MacNab waylaid her trudging home, grim of face. MacNab waylaid her trudging home, grim of face. Her skin wasthe colour of a well-baked pie-crust, her nose scaly, her hair alwayshalf down. Then, taking firm hold of Gemmasarm, led the unwilling victim back to the forsaken guest.
And the new-comerplumped down almost on top of her. Thats your thanks for all Ive done for you? But was brought up by the end of the seat. If she thought to surprise him she was mistaken.
To let it escape unused was somehow to court disaster. He loved trees, too, it seemed, for their own sake. Nobody here had known she was to meet Margaret; at this end shewas safe. Theres something Id like to say to you, Miss Ann, and I do hope youwont take it amiss.
On this particular day she, Ann, carried a more than usually heavy load.
And with a forcedsmile over the choke of the collar: Next year Im to have a car.
Old OGrady and his six galswas the snigger that went the round. She staggered up to follow,and, as she did, caught her foot in the coat, lying on the ground.
Her oneeffort, made in obedience to Anns fierce eyes, merely exposed herignorance. He had evidently no more eyefor a fine figure than for a pretty face. Adding in the next breath: I saw that from thefirst. An inquisitiveold maid, that was what the past three years had turned HER into. It was all very jumbled and confused,I only got a word here and there.
Alone, too, andfog-screened, she could at last unbutton the coat.
For all the attention hepaid her she might have been a broomstick. What about Car, Car,the tall and willowy, the superbly busted?
Her only answer was to quicken her steps, in an attempt to shake him off.