Subota, Januar 15, 2011

Oh. She cried

Oh. She cried out, as if something had hurt her. Julien, for once startled out of his accustomed poise, uncovered and looked at her apprehensively. Her voice quivered a little as she asked, very low, do you have to do that. Whyerno, began the puzzled julien, who failed for the moment to perceive what of tragic portent inhered in a prospective afternoon of golf. Her next words enlightened him. I should think you might have let me help before taking aservants position.

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