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t;breakquot; signal waving ion.
t by the road.
tion, tz across an unkno, ttle band of brothers. . .
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t to s and less timal ions. . .
Julie looked away.
My cher said. Mine. Mine. Mine.
th his head in Julies lap.
Many sad t to befall me, but t t fello one.
the drunk, Julie said.
Yes.
how did you come by him?
I anding in t. Edmund. Sap.
You knehen. Before you signed him up.
.
A son of mine, neverther.
It agree. But it is o deny someone the making of him. I signed him up.
Ive noticed.
o tedly at ther.
tipped h silver bells from his knapsack.
to t I ion, or its mate, since I een.
Sixteen to sixty-five, so says ther.
t make you loved.
Loved! Not a matter of love. A matter of Organization.
All ttle fool, ttering. a picture. I t, perfect fools.
As ended, said ther.
And out-of-doors it, my ears cut off, said t a notion. an imagination.
A certain artistry, said ther. In my ukases.
Let us luncs early.
tableclotoasted prahis fashion:
Quite good.
Not so bad.
Is tard?
In t.
Somet.
?
Look there.
Pick it out h your finger.
Nasty little bugger.
Pass the prawns.
And for dessert?
Fig Newtons.
t contentedly around the roadway.
Soon her.
Fourteen days or fifteen days, I reckon, t.
Is t?
t.
s her. I shall once more be wiry.
iry! Julie exclaimed. Suffed a part of tablecloto h.
My dear, tended a self and guidance grasped one of s.
Not in front of him.
the hand.
Can you tell us, t ree back do.
Disobeyed a ukase, said t which ukase.
Ohomas.
Nobody disobeys a ukase of mine, said ther. he chuckled.
Smug, isnt he, said Julie.
A bit smug, said thomas.
A bit, ther said.
t eacs across the prawns.
till. trees. Vegetation. ild gooseberries. eather.
Ill let you sometimes, th of you.
thanks, Julie said.
s damned fine luster, thwhile.
her pause.
Even ts you o he cable.
Volunteers, every one, ted to be in your service. to be wearing your livery.
No matter. cs fine golden strands to my ancient bosom --
up, Im afraid, Julie said.
to a bush.
Its not fair! he exclaimed.
s not fair?
ion, as if for an answer.
Are you ill?
I could use a suck of t, thomas said.
Not in front of him.
tired from tion of Queen Annes lace. Julie seated s presented t a little smaller t but just as s own way.
Aer a time. Not. Is there more?
hile I live, beloved.
ther.
Julie buttoned hand-in-hand.
A bit left out, said t. t is t.
Suffer, said the bush.
Excluded, said ther.
It is because you are an old fart, Julie explained. Old farts dont get much.
to and stormed off doion. railing.
homas.
tormed off after up, terrible scene.
t and t and also a banger upon ttle and also a blorumpet and one upon trumpet and one upon trumpet and one upon trumpet and one upon trumpet of copper-covered rumpet and one upon trumpet and one ing ists of all descriptions and a Panpiper and a fagotto player and tuosos of tle and a zampogna player to t period and one bloer jar and a clavicyt less nervous-fingered drummers as , and t ttern plucker and five lyresmiters and various mandolinists, and sleoo a violist and a player of t and a picker of tery and a beater of ttledrummers and a triangulist and t and tron rac specialist and a marimbist and a maracist and a falcon drummer and a sor of the gilded ball.
ting eaming earth.
My anger, he said proudly.
trousers prick and pissed upon tists, severally and togeto t of y. . . four minutes, or one pint.
Impressive, said Julie, been pure cardboard.
My dear, said too h him.
I est possible respect for s, said Julie, let us proceed.
they proceeded.