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, , jolly, , , .
She was now what is sometimes called a little wild thing. wild , ( ) , : , , .
What are you doing here anyhow , () ?
gone coon , . .
(the blood rose).
With a polite but clipped parting she threw off her exigent vis-a-vis , .
looked microscopically, , , - , .
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she fell into a communicative mood and no one to communicate with. , , , , ( !!). , () , , - , , (!) , . - , . , , , , - , .
, , (dehumanized) , !
, , - . , S. Flesh ( ) doesnt he give you the creeps, , ? . , , , : . . : , !
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They lived on the even tenor found advisable in the experience of old families of the Western world, brought up rather than brought out , , . .
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, , . , , . , , : ( were wet and shining). (hovered delicately), , : , . , , , . - , (complete , body , ), (the dew was still on her , , , ).
, , , : , . Deferential palms cools its flushed facade , . , : , , . , , pigments, .
: (stirred) . the trees made a green twilight (!) , .
, (exuding sleep).
, , : , -, (foaming and frothing) . - , , (the fuzzy green light).
, (intangible mist of bloom), ( , she came) , , (where there were lanterns asleep).
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, , , eyes met and brushed like birds wing, , (), . , . .
, (soft-pawed night), , left these things. , , (-- , , - !) , , (melted into the two Divers)
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1917 , (difficult to find), , , (that he was himself a digest of what was within the book). , : , , .
(nothing had ever felt so young), , , , - (rain like tears shed for him that lay upon her softly shining porcelain cheeks).
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, , : , , (cant be) , , , ( , ) he must be lessintact, even faintly destroyed : , ,
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, (limpid), ; hung as in a basket from a single dull star - .
: ( resistance, , ).
, : - (an insistent bird) (achieved an ill-natured triumph) - , , , . , , (taking their tune) , .
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, , , , . : , , ( , her position!) , did not was more incongruous an insincere little person living all in the upper register of her throat, .
: , , (rippling out stiffly like the solid hair of a tanagra figure). , ! : , , embodying all the immaturity of the race paperdoll to pass before its empty harlots mind. . , , : , , .
, . , , . . , , . , , (the very weather seems to have a quality of the past, faded weather like that of old photographs).
, , (echoing purple town, still sad with the war).
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, , - . ? shed tears when she heard of the mishap altogether it had been a watery day: , . , - , ! . , , . ( , , , , ) , - , , , , , .
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, : . , , , . . , , : But dont you appreciate the mess that Petersons in? To : ( ), (, ) ? Mess , , . , , dont: , .
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, . , : listened with distaste to this rigmarole. , , rigmarole, , , , , .
, , . , , , : an air of luck clung about her, as if she were a sort of token, , . , .
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, , , , . nothing: Abe feels that nothing matters therell be nothing we cant do. nothing , ; : , , , - !
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, . (round belly), , .
( , principles) ( containing) (doom). , (, ) : , , , .
, a nice doctor, , , . , : , (stubborn), . , , . , , , glowing away, white and fresh and new, , . , .
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, , , . , , , : , . , , , . . , work is everything, , , (knowing things). . , , , :you used to want to create things now you seem to want to smash them up, , , , things : -, , , , . , , , .
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(in the near dark). , (had drawn only a pale wash) . , , , (early pigs , -, , ).
( makers, , ) , , (became ) , , , , , .
(to watch, , ).
, , ( wavering , , - ). , . . , .
(came quickly): , , , (a wash, a glow, a lightness, and then explosion of fire as the sun arose out of the Gulf) , , . (It was a morning like other and yet perfect among mornings.) , , , , , , , , - : .
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, . (And this was part of the family song too. It was all part, : , ). , , : , , . , : () , , () (, ), , (the Whole ), , .
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(was not of his people), , , : , , ,
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, - (have I nothing better to do, : , ) (never have any money), .
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, , - , . , , , , , , (But in the song there was a secret little inner song, , , , ). , , (the song of the Pearl That Might Be , ) , (Chance was against it, but luck and gods might be for it, : chance , , luck !) , , , :
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, (thinly, slowly the music of evil, of the enemy sound, but it was faint and weak).
: , , , (the evil song was in his ears, shrilling against the music of pearl).
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, (from birth to the overcharge on our coffins) , , , , .
( , ), - you have defied the whole structure, the whole way of life , , , -, , . . , , , .
, : (he heard only the dark music of enemy). , - (the deep participation with all things), . : , , , ( ), , , , , .
, , , , (the strike and withdrawal of little waves), (agony) , (the simple hiss of distance).
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, , , , , (singing softly the melody of the family, of the safety and warmth and wholeness of family). - - , .
, , , . , , (the dark creeping things waiting for him).
, things , , , , .
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, , , , germane. : But the night was not silent ( , ), . . : , , , , .
, , , , . - , , (low and pulsing, nearly asleep , ). , , . (was alive now and driving him down on the dark enemy). ,
, , , , , , . , , (as cold and deadly) , , , .
. ( was immune and terrible), .
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; , . , , (distorted and insane)
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, , , , , , . lovely green water , , - . called to it and beckoned to it , , . , : The lights on its surface were green and lovely, : . , : . , , :
And the music of the pearl drifted to a whisper and disappeared.
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