#also it seems we are continuing to cough up drainage

[luna-spacedoodles]

can my body just like. stop being sick. its been weeks get a hold of urselffff

[anogete]

Watch me vomit up my thoughts

It’s been a while, hasn’t it?  I’m sorry I’ve disappeared on everyone.  It’s been... a year.  I think that probably goes for everyone, not just me.  If you’re interested in a personal life update, then read on.  If you’re looking for an update on my writing then I regret to inform you that I haven’t written a single thing this year.  Maybe next year, though.  There is always next year, right?  I think I saw a blurb that we’re getting Sam and Bucky back in March.  And Loki shortly after.  Maybe that will be my inspiration.

I’m fortunate enough to have a job that lets me comfortably work from home.  I’m also fortunate enough to own a home.  And my last blessing is that I don’t have kids, so I didn’t have to figure out the nightmare of childcare and home schooling like some of you.  My library on the second floor of the house has been my office since mid-March.  I’ve been transitioning into the Associate Financial Advisor roll this year and that has been going well.  I’m supporting the clients I’ve worked with as an assistant for the past nine years, so it’s been easy-going.  I’m able to order my groceries for pick up to avoid going in the stores and I live in an neighborhood where it is easy to get delivery from restaurants.  I’m incredibly lucky to have all these things going for me and I am thankful every damn day.

I fell into a bit of a funk this spring and early summer, but managed to pull myself out of it in August.  I started planning my meals, walking 2-5 miles every day, and exercising on the Peloton bike I bought a year ago.  I also started reading again and zipped through almost 50 books between June and now.  By November, I was feeling strong and healthy.  I felt like I had found a balance between work and activity and self-care.  I was still coming to terms with my grandma passing in March of last year and with Ferguson (my sweet doggo) passing in September of last year.  But I was trying and things were getting better.  I felt like I had my feet underneath me.

Lemme stop you here if you don’t want to read about death and some general medical stuff.  Because that’s mostly what you’re getting from here on out.

On November 21st, my mom texted me at 5:30am.  I got it right away because I usually wake up around that time, alarm or not.  She said she had dropped my dad off at the hospital because he was having difficulty breathing.  Apparently, he’d been feeling bad for a week, but insisted to everyone that it was just his sinuses draining.  I called her and began questioning her like I was cross-examining a star witness.  I was able to piece together a really fucking shitty story.

My dad always went to a friend’s house on Friday evenings to have a couple beers and hang out.  We’d all warned him since March that he needed to stop, but he insisted it was fine.  He bought into a lot of the cavalier attitude that the Trump fans have over this virus. Plus, he was 64-years-old and didn’t take any medication so he probably thought it was no big deal.  He spent a few hours at his friend’s house on November 6th.  Unbeknownst to anyone at the time, he received a call from that friend on November 11th that the friend and the friend’s wife had tested positive for COVID.  He didn’t share this info with my mother, my brothers, or my uncle, all of whom had been near him.  By November 15th, he was coughing but insisted it was drainage when my mom suggested he take something for it and go to the doctor.  By November 18th, he was worse and admitted to my mom that his friend had tested positive but that he hadn’t seen him for almost two weeks so his problems were just sinus-related and not COVID.  My mom hates confrontation, so she accepted this and didn’t tell anyone, including me and my brothers.  By November 19th, he had a fever and was having trouble breathing along with a persistent cough.  He finally agreed to take some cold medicine, but refused to call his doctor’s office despite my mom asking him many, many times.  At 4:30am on November 21st, he woke my mom and asked her to take him to the hospital because he couldn’t breathe well.  She dropped him off and returned home to text me since they wouldn’t allow her in the building.  She also texted my brothers, who admitted that they felt like they’d had a cold for several days.  I live 4 hours away and haven’t traveled since March, so I hadn’t seen any of them.

A nurse called my mom a couple hours after she dropped my dad off to tell her that he was positive for COVID and pneumonia and they were admitting him to put him on a bipap.  From what I understand, that’s the oxygen mask that pushes air into your lungs.  Later that day, the health department called my mom and told her to quarantine for two weeks.  My mom cooperated and gave them my brothers’ phone number (they live together), my uncle’s phone number, and the name and number of the person we suspected my dad was infected by (his friend).  My brothers opted to get tested and were positive.  They quarantined for two weeks and had mild to moderate symptoms (brief fever, very tired, cough, drainage).  My mom had virtually no symptoms with the exception of some drainage that she took Mucinex for.  She didn’t get tested, but she lived and slept in the same bed with my dad for a week while he was symptomatic.  If my brothers got it from 30 minutes in the same room as him, surely she got it as well.  My uncle and his son got tested, but they were negative.

My dad was cooperative with the doctor and nurses at first, but as the first day wore on he became irritated.  He’d been without his chewing tobacco (yes, I know: eww) for several hours and was going through nicotine withdrawal, but wouldn’t admit that to the nurses or doctor.  The next day he was put in ICU, still on the bipap, and even more unruly and rude to the staff taking care of him.  They called my mom to ask her to talk to him and convince him to cooperate.  They said if he couldn’t recover on the bipap and required a ventilator then “things would be very bad.”  My mom tried to talk to him by text and he just continued to insist that he was well enough to come home.

I used to be close to my dad when I was a kid, but we’d grown apart over my adulthood.  Over the past 20 years, my dad morphed into someone different.  Everyone around him, especially my grandmother, told me they saw this happen the same as I did.  The result was that my dad became someone I didn’t like and didn’t want to spend time with.  He also didn’t seem to know how to talk to me anymore.  To be fair, I didn’t give him much help in that regard.  I texted him to see how he was doing and the conversation quickly devolved into him complaining about the care and insisting he was well enough to come home.  I tried to reason with him and appeal to his love for my mom by saying that my fear was him coming home and giving her the virus.  He told me that he’d decided he was no longer contagious and this was just a bunch of bullshit.  This conversation via text continued through Monday and Tuesday (November 23rd and 24th), but it took a turn for the delusional.  The doctor can only assume that the virus and the lack of oxygen had resulted in hallucinations and delusions.  My dad told my mother and I that he was in an office building owned by a man named Mr. Pritt.  He said he was the only patient and that this man was having his workers experiment on him and that they would eventually kill him.  He demanded that we come get him immediately so he could recover at home.  When we told him he’d die if he came home because he was too sick, he insisted he wasn’t sick at all and became very angry with us.  He accused both my mom and I of conspiring to kill him because we wouldn’t help him.  One day he told me that I’d confirmed what he’d known all along.  I asked him what that was and he said, “That I always loved you more than you loved me.”  This really hurt because even though I knew he was loopy, I also knew that he’d probably actually had that though before.

He began refusing treatment on those days and wouldn’t accept the steroids they were trying to give him and raised hell when they tried to take him for a chest x-ray.  He also told them he didn’t want to be placed on a ventilator even though he had agreed to one when he was admitted.  He was texting all of his friends and telling them he needed a ride home.  He attempted to get up and leave the hospital twice, falling in the floor both times because he was so weak from lack of oxygen once he took the mask off.  He also told my mom and I that he was secretly removing the mask when the nurses couldn’t see to prove to them that he wasn’t sick.  He was taking and sending blurry pictures to us of the room as “evidence.”  He told my mom to forward the pictures to “the feds.”  The pictures were of his hospital bed, the whiteboard with his nurses’ and doctor’s names on it, his IVs, etc.  By the morning of Wednesday, the 25th, I was getting some off-the-wall texts from him.  He was begging us to come check him out of the hospital at that point and we were trying to play along and tell him we were getting everything in order for him to come home soon.  Eventually, he told me that he wasn’t getting out of there alive and that he loved me.  I told him I loved him too and begged him to do whatever the doctor said because the doctor wanted to help him get better.

A few minutes later, the nurse called my mom and asked if she’d been on the phone with my dad.  My mom said she and I hadn’t spoken to him by any way other than text since he arrived at the hospital.  The nurse said he had been on the phone with a woman, trying to convince her to come get him.  The nurse made him put the call on speaker so she could tell the woman that he wasn’t well enough to leave.  Because she was concerned that her message didn’t get through before my dad hung up, she called my mom to make sure he hadn’t convinced my mom to check him out against medical advice.  My mom assured her that we had no intention of breaking him out of the hospital, but she didn’t know who the woman was.  It wasn’t her or me.  We called a long-time former co-worker of my dad’s that I’ve known since I was a kid and she said she hadn’t talked to him.  We called his best friend and asked if he’d called and spoken to the man’s wife.  Not her either.  More on this later.  I’m sure you know where it’s going.

We were stumped, but didn’t have time to deal with it because the nurse practitioner called and told my mom that my dad was delusional and could no longer make his own decisions.  They said he had no chance of survival if they didn’t put him on a ventilator immediately.  My mom called me.  I told her to agree to it.  The nurse called her back and gave the phone to my dad.  He had agreed to the ventilator as well and wanted to tell my mom that he loved her and me and my brothers and his dog.  His speech was slurred and muffled from the bipap mask, but she at least heard that.  They intubated him right after the call.  He was on a paralytic for a week.  When they backed off on the paralytic, they had to increase his oxygen.  A week later, the nurse tried to kindly tell us that he wasn’t getting better and his chances of survival were low.  She suggested we start to talk about turning off the ventilator and letting him go.  We did talk about that, which was very upsetting for everyone, but the doctor said he’d been on the ventilator for two weeks and we’d give him one more week to see what happens.  By this point, he no longer had pneumonia. But the damage COVID did to his lungs couldn’t be repaired.

The ventilator was on full blast (highest pressure, highest oxygen) just to keep him somewhat stable.  The days were ticking by and he still wasn’t making progress.  Any step forward was followed by a bigger step back. My mom would call and get the update from the nurse most days, but I did call myself a few days.  When I’d call and talk to the nurse, I’d get a grim picture that my mom didn’t seem to get or understand. I talked to her on December 12th and asked her if she was trying to protect my brothers and I or if she really thought he was going to get better.  She admitted that she’d had a feeling for days that he wasn’t going to get better.  We decided to just wait for the doctor to call.  The nurse called my mom on Monday, December 14th and told her that my dad’s blood pressure was all over the place and they were struggling to keep him stable, that the ventilator was turned up to the highest settings and it was barely enough to keep him going.  My mom texted me and told me she asked them to call me.  The doctor called me within about 20 minutes and basically told me that my dad wasn’t going to make it.  They’d had him on a ventilator for 19 days and within a couple days his throat tissue would likely become necrotic from the pressure of the cuff keeping the tube in place.  They could only continue the ventilator if they could put in a trach and he wasn’t stable enough for that.  In addition, he needed more support than the ventilator could provide.  I was told he was either going to go into cardiac arrest while on the ventilator and die or they’d be forced to take him off the ventilator because of the damage to his throat.  The most damning thing he told me was that he’d removed the sedation but my dad didn’t wake.  He wasn’t responsive, wouldn’t squeeze their hands, wouldn’t flinch when they tested his reflexes, nothing.

I was told we could come sit with him and say goodbye when the ventilator was removed.  I asked when and the doctor said soon.  I live 4 hours from my parents, so I told him I’d leave right away and have my mom call to make arrangements for me to come to the hospital.  I called my mom and told her all this and asked her to let the hospital know.  I packed a bag and rushed out the door.  On my way out of town, the doctor called me back and asked if I was on my way.  My mom had told them that we’d come by the next morning and he was worried my dad wouldn’t make it through the night.  So, I had to have a shitty conversation with my mom about how we couldn’t schedule my dad’s death for 7am on Tuesday, that it needed to happen at 8pm on Monday.  I do not recommend these types of calls.

I got into town around 7pm and picked my mom up because she’d decided she wanted to come with me.  My brothers said they couldn’t handle it and decided to stay at my mom’s house.  My mom and I were taken to the COVID floor, given gowns, and gloves, told he was COVID positive so we’d need to continue to wear our cloth masks (no medical mask, is that safe?!), and escorted to his room in the ICU.  Guys, he looked so fucking tired and so sad.  It was heartbreaking.  The nurse said their ICU was full and most of the patients were in the same shape as my dad.  We talked to him for a few minutes, held his hand and all that shit.  He didn’t respond in any way, so I don’t know if he was even there.  We stepped out of the room while they removed the tube and gave him some medicine.  When we went back in, his breaths were labored and it looked like he was gasping for air. My mom almost lost it because she wasn’t expecting that.  I told her she could go wait in the hall and I’d stay with him until he passed.  The nurse was kind enough to give him a little more medicine to make it less dramatic, but it was still difficult watching him breathe in that way.  My mom sat so she couldn’t see his head to make things easier on herself.  We sat there with him for about 40 minutes before he passed away at 8:32pm on Monday, the 14th.

I stayed with my mom last week and helped her arrange a private graveside service and the burial.  She wanted to do a funeral and I thought that was the worst idea, so we agreed on doing a celebration of life next year when things are a little better (hopefully).  To my knowledge, I haven’t had the virus.  I operated under the assumption that my mom and brothers had it and were immune for now and wouldn’t transmit it.  So, I was able to be with them without mask, but I did wear a mask when anyone else was around.  I can’t say the same for the fucking funeral director and the locksmith’s employee who opened my dad’s safe for us, though.  I live in a bigger city and mask wearing is pretty wide-spread here, but I saw so many people in my hometown (a more rural area) who didn’t bother with them.

Anyway, while all these graveside preparations are going on my mom goes through the bag of personal items from my dad that the hospital gave us.  She tossed his clothes in the washer and placed his two rings into a bag to give to the funeral home so he could be buried in them.  She also pulled out his wallet and his cell phone.  His wallet has a picture that was obviously cut from an old driver’s license of a woman named Deb.  Apparently, this woman lives in Florida and had attended junior high school with my dad.  About two years ago, my parents took a trip to Florida and visited with her for several days.  She even friended my mom on Facebook.  So, the old driver’s license picture of her was very weird.  What was even more disturbing?  His wallet also contained a plastic bag of hair that very obviously is not my mom’s.  And there was a piece of paper with three phone numbers on it.  His phone was locked with a PIN and was set to wipe itself after 20 incorrect tries.  I did tried to break into it, but wasn’t successful.  My mom admitted that she suspected he’d been talking to someone on his phone for years, but she never directly confronted him about it.  She’d just make comments about him always texting on his phone and being secretive.  Two Christmases ago he bought her a ring at a store that she has an online login to.  This particular store posts the receipts for all purchases linked to the customer’s account to the website.  She saw that my dad had purchased two pieces of jewelry even though she only received one.  My dad has never in his life bought me a Christmas present without my mom assisting, so she knew it wasn’t for me.  She still didn’t confront him, though.  She just told him that she could see the itemized receipts online.

I sympathized with my mom because I’ve experienced the infidelity of a partner in a relationship and if I were her then I’d want to know.  But I also told her that I don’t know digging into it will make things any better and may not even give her the truth.  He’s gone and there is nothing that can be done about that or anything else.  While I was running errands for her the day before the graveside service, she messaged Deb in Florida and asked if she wanted her picture back.  She also called the three phone numbers in his wallet.  One went to Deb.  The other two were the cell phone and work phone of my dad’s best friend’s wife, Anne.  The same friend and wife who likely gave the virus to my dad.  My mom told me when I got back that she’d done this and admitted she’d always felt like my dad was talking to Anne and might have an inappropriate relationship with her.  I suspect my mom is right.  Gut instinct is usually accurate.  She said she didn’t think anything physical was going on with Deb, but she did think my dad was carrying on a flirtatious relationship with her via text.  In both cases, he tried to hide it.  And if you hide it, then you know it’s wrong.  That night Deb messaged my mom back and said she had heard about what happened to my dad and was very sorry.  She said that my dad was always clear that he was married and nothing went on that was inappropriate, but that he gave her someone to talk to when her husband was sick and dying five years earlier and they’d always kept in contact.  Again, I don’t think my mom can count on anyone to give her the full story without spin or deceit.  A couple days ago, she texted me a picture of a receipt from my dad’s truck.  It was from last Christmas from a department store.  It had two pieces of jewelry on it.  She looked them both up using the UPCs listed and found the necklace he gave her last year and a ring she doesn’t recognize.  We don’t know if he was giving this jewelry to Deb in Florida or Anne, his friend’s wife.  Or someone else we don’t even know about.  And we’re probably never going to know.  Do I want to call Deb and Anne and tell them I want to full story?  Fuck yeah.  Do I think it will fix anything?  Fuck no.

TL;DR?  I finally found some balance in my life late this summer.  This balance was destroyed when my dad got COVID and died after three weeks in the hospital.  And when you’ve already got a not-so-great relationship with your dad, you get all kinds of feels when he dies in a traumatic way and then you find out he’s been screwing around on your mom.  I also have lots of anger toward him for knowingly exposing my other family members to the virus simply because he didn’t want to own up to getting it after doing something we’d all told him to stop doing.

Health-wise?  I think I’m okay.  It’s been almost ten days since I was with him in the hospital and seven days since his graveside service.  I haven’t had any symptoms yet and I think most people show symptoms by now.  Regardless, I’ve been at home since I returned last Thursday evening and I intend to stay home until January 2nd.  My boyfriend is also home and will be here until January 2nd as well.  Just to be safe.  My brothers are mostly recovered, but both still have a bit of a cough.  My mom never had much in the way of symptoms and seems fine.  My dad was 64 and overweight.  We found out once he was admitted to the hospital that his regular doctor had told him he was a diabetic and my dad insisted on “treating” that with cinnamon instead of actual medicine.  Other than those things, he didn’t have any health concerns.  Be careful, ya’ll.

[justnoticetheuniverse]

The absolute nerve

2 weeks ago on a Thursday my coworker's husband tests positive for Covid, she and her daughter stay at work all day and then comes in again the next day we are open, which is Monday. The managers don't want them to get tested because we are already very short staffed. Finally they are sent to go get tested on Wednesday. The tests come back negative so they keep coming to work until Thursday when they are both sent home with fevers.

Our skeleton crew of 15 people is down to 13.

Work continues as usual. On Friday we hear that they have both tested positive.

Next Monday one of the 2 managers comes in and says she doesn't feel very well, but she has a test scheduled at 0830, she is at work for a whole hour before getting tested.

Her results are positive. We are down to 12.

I have spent a lot of time with this manager recently and she texts me that I should probably get tested. I agree so I go to inform the remaining manager/business owner that I'll need to get tested. She tells me that I can get tested but they aren't going to pay for a rapid test and if I get a 3 day test I'll need to come into work until I get my results. But it will be okay because I don't have any symptoms. I also advise her that we will probably need to shut down because we're really too short staffed to continue to be open. She argues that corporate wants us to stay open and she thinks we can do it. She also isn't feeling well but refuses to get tested because she "doesn't want to know"

Another of my co-workers doesn't feel well and leaves half way through the day to get tested, her test is a 3-day test and the owner says that "since she has symptoms" she can stay home till she gets the results.

11

I am able to get an appointment for after work for a rapid test which will hopefully be covered by my parent's insurance. My test comes back negative but because my throat is sore and inflamed, I have some drainage, and my most recent exposure was that morning: the Dr. puts me on a 14 day quarantine.

10

My manager anxiously asks for my results and seems miffed when I tell her that even though I was negative I'll be out for 2 weeks. I send her the copy of my note and she doesn't respond.

Wednesday I hear that another employee, one who is immunocompromised, has tested positive.

9

The owner still plans on being open but has posted a notice that the business will now be open by appointment only "due to unforeseen circumstances"

I'M SORRY UNFORSEEN?!

I told her two weeks ago to send patient 0 home! I told her we would need to shut down to prevent more staff and customers from getting sick! I told her we were too short staffed to stay open!!!

And now, 2 days after my negative test: my sore throat is worse, I have a cough, and a slight wheeze.

I even have a new job lined up and I've had to call and push my start date back ANOTHER week.

And she has the fucking nerve to be mad AT ME?! Because I can follow Doctors orders and don't want to unnecessarily spread a deadly infectious disease?!

Motherfucker

[vestgauge1-blog]

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Aftercare program.

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" We then apply a Sodashi cream having hazelnut oil as well as cypress to keep skin smooth as well as supple, decongesting any locations of cellulite and carefully boosting the endocrine system, which regulates skin cells," claims Ostronska. Cellulite does worsen with age and also this is mostly to the reality that as ladies get older we create less estrogen. Estrogen is a hormonal agent in charge of keeping blood vessels flowing efficiently, so, when there is much less in the body it can bring about inadequate circulation, less collagen production as well as the break down of connective cells. All of this combined with each other can increase the bumpy fat under the surface area of the skin and cause extra visible cellulite. This does not always associate with weight gain or losing tone-- it is typically an unavoidable concern. The second major source of the orange peel result of cellulite is when fat cells press against the skin.

Cellulite decrease.

Can you feel a prolapsed uterus with your finger?

Insert 1 or 2 fingers and place over the front vaginal wall (facing the bladder) to feel any bulging under your fingers, first with strong coughing and then with sustained bearing down. A definite bulge of the wall under your fingers indicates a front vaginal wall prolapse.

You've drank gallons of water, body-brushed up until your skin is red raw and also signed up to every sweat-inducing exercise you can. Yet, somehow, that bothersome patch of cellulite still refuses to move.

Weight loss does seem to enhance the appearance of cellulite and also workout with excellent diet regimen, although not confirmed, are reasonable recommendations with various other health benefits. Details therapies consist of massage, completely dry body cleaning and tights wraps, although there is extremely little scientific research behind these therapies for cellulite.

" Watery" Cellulite-- this form of cellulite shows up and slightly soft to the touch. In some females, it might create level of sensitivity, varicolored skin, crawler veins, heavy legs, tingling in the legs and also fluid retention. It is believed that watery cellulite is the result of blood circulation problems as a result of physical lack of exercise or an inactive way of life. To get rid of watery cellulite you require to exercise consistently throughout the therapy. ' Not just does it help maintain body fat degrees lower, it also boosts flow as well as muscle mass tone in cellulite-prone areas. Boosted blood circulation will certainly maintain both the skin and also connective cells healthier, along with helping with the removal of waste as well as excess liquid retention which once more exacerbates the look of cellulite,' discloses Dr Dressmaker.

There are numerous techniques and products that assert to deal with or decrease the appearance of cellulite from topical creams, oils, body scrubs and also massagers. Cellulite happens when fat deposits press with connective tissue below the skin, resulting in the skin having a lumpy and also dimply appearance.

You may also have a prostate biopsy, which reveals the place of the cancer and also how most likely the cancer is to expand and also spread outside the prostate.

These tests will aid your surgeon target the location of the prostate that requires to be dealt with.

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Results from trials and also early instances in the initial five years are highly encouraging with way of living results much much better than many other traditional therapy alternatives.

The HIFU treatment typically lasts in between 1-4 hours, depending upon the dimension of the prostate, and also is either done under general anaesthesia or an epidural and IV sedation.

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If the patient goes with a body contouring treatment, fat cells are eliminated through lipolysis.

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Poor nutrition as well as a lack of workout can boost the possibility of cellulite appearing. This is because an undesirable lifestyle indicates you are most likely to collect fat cells which will push on skin, triggering it to dimple. Not only this yet being less active for long periods of time will certainly affect your circulation, and also a lack of blood flow will certainly restrict your bodies regeneration and also repair work. Eating way too much particular foods such as those that are refined, high in sugar or salt can additionally increase your chances of cellulite forming. Cellulite forms in locations with the least blood circulation so, without task, it is extremely difficult to move. Daily energising movements and also skin warming exercises will have you saying goodbye to lumpy skin if you are consistent with it.

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" The radiofrequency likewise tightens up the skin which additionally assists with boosting the cellulite," claims Dr Edwin. That said, even though it may diminish the appearance of cellulite briefly, our bodies will certainly remain to make even more afterward. Scientists do not really know what causes cellulite, however it's thought to be connected to the body's inability to get rid of toxin, fat and liquid. It becomes entraped under the skin and also creates fibrous tissue to end up being hard, that is the dimpling effect we see. " I such as all 3 of the functions that the Onda tends to use, I such as the truth that it is an effective cellulite decrease technology and also there is nothing else innovation that does the exact same non-surgically. We provide therapy to males and females and also are seeing good results with both.

This makes the orange peel look a lot more visible, as some of the skin is now being pushed out, while various other sections are being drawn in. The therapy includes positioning probes on the locations of the cellulite which after that release radial waves called shockwaves. The shockwaves then function to interrupt the fat cells as well as damage down the sclerotic coarse tissue. This cells is what is responsible for much of the uneven and dimpled look of cellulite. A further means it works is by firming the skin by boosting the collagen manufacturing and encouraging lymphatic water drainage. So, more fats are flushed away, improving the skin's look. 3D Shockwave therapy can be used on the upper legs, buttocks, abdomen, arms, hips and also knees.

What is vaginal tightening?

Vaginoplasty is a procedure that aims to "tighten up" a vagina that's become slack or loose from vaginal childbirth or aging. Some surgeons claim it can even improve sensitivity -- a claim the American College of Obstetricians and Gynecologists (ACOG) has strongly challenged.

Clearly females have cellulite a lot more prevalently than males, however, with the aging process of guys there is estrogenization as well as we are seeing skin comparable to cellulite. Individual safety is a priority, and also what we locate with the Onda is that we can be felt confident that it is among the best treatments we can provide our individuals, particularly when it belongs to tissue damages, to burns as well as to negative results". One alternative to tackle cellulite available in centers is Radiofrequency. This technology works by heating up the skin and also damaging fibrous tissue, while ultrasound breaks up the fat cells. Combining these therapies offers centers with a great service to cellulite decrease nonetheless, the visual industry together with individuals continue their look for a purpose-built, committed therapy service.

Why does my girlfriends VAG smell like BO?

When sweat mingles with fluids in and around your vagina, your natural scent may change. The odor may grow stronger if you're sweating a lot, like during warm months or after exercise.

how Does The Femiwand Treatment job?

Cellulite appears when fat cells under the skin push versus connective tissue, triggering the skin to dimple. As a result of how cellulite is developed, it is near difficult to totally eliminate in your home, nonetheless there are a couple of things you can do in your home to help in reducing the frequency of cellulite.

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What is a Stage 3 prolapse?

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Team Red visits area 51

So, this is my first attempt at writing a true team Red fanfic. Anyways, for context, all three have worked together before, but Peter dosent know who DD is (just that he's a lawyer) and DD only knows that Peter is in high school. Both DD and Peter know who Deadpool is. Deadpool doesn't know who Spiderman is, but knows who DD is. Slight change to what's in Area 51. First, theres what's actually in area 51 (spoilers, not saying here) but the meme of this universe is that's where the cryptids are (vampires, zombies, werewolves, etc.) Also, the group invading Area 51 features some inserts, because at least some people need to show up to raid Area 51. Gwenpool shows up and uses her powers, so it gets a bit meta, since for Gwenpool it is a super powers thing, not a mental illness thing. All glory to @morepopcornplease ,@smokeyloki @supesofherown for willing to be my area 51 squad

Matt was tired.

There were robots everywhere. Robots on the ceiling, on the floor, just...robots. They were difficult to track, and, more importantly, difficult to punch. Matt's knuckles bled. The suit helped, but not enough.

When did Hell's Kitchen get so wild? Matt wondered. Then suddenly, Matt's world blurred and flipped. He was hanging upside down by his ankle.

"Hey, Double D! Hope you don't mind me bringing in some reinforcements!"

Ah. Spiderman. And oh look. (Or not.) Deadpool. Daredevil gagged. The stench of decay was...distinctive.

Matt started tugging at the webbing around his ankle. It wouldn't unstick. Maybe he should start weilding swords. That way, he could cut himself free and escape while he had a chance.

Maybe he could get Elekra to show him how to use knives.

Deadpool jumped past him, dualweilding katanas. "Eyyyyy! Horn head joined the party!" Matt grumbled under his breath.

Deadpool and Spiderman fought side by side, Spiderman webbing down robots, and Deadpool either shooting or stabbing them. Meanwhile, Matt gnawed at his ankle. Eventually the flow of robots stopped. Deadpool cut Daredevil down.

Deadpool and Spiderman looked around, and fist bumped. Matt coughed loudly.

"I had it under control."

"Because that-" Deadpool gestured around them "-was in control."

"Could have taken care of it."

Deadpool walked over and placed his hands on Matt's shoulders. Matt wrinkled his nose. "Red, you were punching bare metal. With your fists. Let me see them." Deadpool went to grab Matt's hands. Matt pulled them away. Deadpool forcibly grabbed Matt's hands and took off his gloves.

"See? Perfectly fine."

"Ah yes, bloody knuckles are perfectly fine. Now, Webhead has a special mission he wants to invite you on. After that, you're gonna go home to your boy and he's gonna kiss your boo boos better."

"He's not my boy."

"He could be."

"He's married, I'm Catholic and I'm not interested."

"Suurree." Deadpool dropped Matt's hands. "If you are looking for someone else, you know where to find me." Deadpool wiggled his eyebrows, which caused his mask to shift a bit. Matt punched Deadpool. Deadpool laughed.

"See ya hornhead." Deadpool walked off.

"Catholic?" Spidey asked.

"Yep."

"Hmm, ironic considering..." Spiderman gestured to Matt, "...everything."

"Yeah. Ya got a question?:

"Oh yeah, wanna go to area 51 with me and Deadpool?"

"Spidey, I have a buisness to run. No."

"Oh come on! You should."

"Why?"

"Do it for the alien tech. Do it for the meme. Do it because we don't know what the government is hiding in there." Spiderman paused for dramatic effect. "We need to know if vampires really exist. You can't keep that stuff from people."

"No, and you're going to get arrested for it." Matt sighed. "Listen, if you're going to go, can I at least give you this?" Matt pulled a buisness card out of his suit, and handed it over to Spidey.

"Nelson and Murdock, attorneys at law?" Spiderman raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah. I have them on speed dial in case I get arrested. Call them if you need legal help."

"Got it."

--

Matt tumbled into Foggy's apartment. Foggy materialized from his bedroom, bleary eyed.

"Here for checkup." Matt smiled.

"Good. I'll bring you some clean clothes. What bandages do you need? Do we need to call the Night Nurse?" Matt and Foggy had this check up system in place so they wouldn't have to bother her with minor wounds and Foggy could sleep soundly, such as twisted ankles and jammed fingers.

"Nope. Knuckles just need bandaging."

"Good. Though it says something about our lives that you are hurt at all, and I'm saying its fine."

"I know, Fogs." Foggy started applying rubbing alchohol to Matt's knuckles. Matt hissed a bit. "I miss the old days. When there were fewer heroes running around." Matt paused.

"Not when we didn't need spandex clad idiots?"

Matt snorted and thought about it for a bit. "Nah. I guess we always needed them."

"What did the idiots do this time?"

"They want to raid area 51."

"You're shitting me."

"Nope."

"They really are complete dumbasses. Utter morons." Foggy paused. "They'll be out of town for it, right?"

"Yeah..."

"You know where they live, right?"

"Just Wade."

"You could prank him."

"Hmmm... would you help?"

"If you can make sure he doesn't murder me." Foggy finished bandaging Matt's hands. "You're good to go. Do you need a change of clothes?"

"Yeah."

Foggy retrieved some sweatpants and a tshirt. He also got a paper bag out.

"Okay, I got a change of clothes, and a paper bag."

"Thanks, Foggy. You're the best."

"Text or call me when you're home safe."

"Will do."

--

Peter was out in the New Mexico desert, and it was nice. Warm. New York was cold. Peter was cold in New York. All the time.

DD thought it was because something with the Spider bite giving him a few cold blooded drawbacks. Wade thought it was because Peter was too skinny.

Which was because the bite fucked up his metabolism, he supposed.

But for now Peter was in the desert, and warm. It was pleasant.

For five seconds, more or less. He heard chatting, and decided to follow it.

He found a group of four people camped out in the desert, discussing strategies for getting into Area 51. They were all some degree of sunburned, sharing water bottles, and arguing about if they could expect anyone else to show up. Peter waved at them.

"Hello!" One of them responded.

"Oh, hey Spidey!" One of them yelled. She waved him over.

"Glad you could join us."

"We have a chance now!" One of them pumped her fist.

"Smokey, are these your reinforcements?"

"Hi, so, you're obviously Spiderman, I'm V, and this is Smokey," V, apparently, gestured to someone wearing a fedora, apparently Smokey, "Supes," V pointed to a woman in a Superman tshirt, "and Popcorn!" V gestured to a woman wearing a tank top that had "The only iron I pump is the IRON WILL OF GOD" on it.

"Popcorn?"

"She ate all the popcorn!" Smokey complained. Peter tilted his head.

"Smokey did most of the planning, including rations." Supes commented.

"Okay... I should be having a friend meet me here soon!"

"Awesome! Is he in the raid?"

"Yeah."

"Cool. We should talk strategy, while we wait for him to get here..."

--

So they figured that Deadpool would charge into Area 51 as a distraction. Once the guards left to fight him, the group of four would try to scale the fence. While the fence scaling was going on, Spidey would crawl through the drainage pipe to grab whatever paranormal stuff he could find. Leading an army, Spiderman would free the rest of them, allowing them to return home safely.

When Deadpool finally showed up, he laughed at their faces.

"Spidey, you're smarter than this. This isnt gonna work. Besides, I'm expecting one other person. She will help you out. A lot."

"Hello!" A loud, high pitched voice yelled from behind them.

Deadpool and Spiderman turned to see the pinkest person they had ever set eyes on.

--

Peter had thought Wade was crazy. Wade had thought Wade was crazy.

This was nothing compared to Gwen Poole. She was pink and energy, and mostly talked nonsense. Something about this all being fanfiction, and a disappointing lack of panels. Also, according to her, one of the four "self inserts" was "the author."

Wade thought he could keep up, but no. Whatever the fuck voices were in his head paled in comparison to whatever Gwen had.

Like, Deadpool occasionally thought he was in a comic, but she seemed to be able to do something about it. Dead silent explosions because "I caught the otomotapeia," inexplicable escapes...

Cuz if there's real weird shit in there, she can handle it.

As is though, she kept calling one of the people "the author" and it was making his own head spin. That's... not normally how this went. But she'd be going with the four civilians in. She'd be able to keep them alive.

And so it begins.

--

The plan started to fall apart immediately.

Deadpool was doing fine, Spiderman was doing fine.

Gwen and V were in a heated arguement.

"What do you mean, you didn't write any scenes inside area 51?"

"I told you, I don't know what you're talking about! Besides, don't you have powers? Can't you do something about it?"

"Not in a fanfic! Not in normal literature! The format matters. I can manipulate comic panels, not THIS SHITSHOW."

"Uh, guys? I think the Feds are here." Popcorn piped up.

"Hands up!" A man yelled. They all slowly put their hands up.

--

Deadpool made it in. He found a cat named Goose in a cage. He picked it up and continued running through the halls.

He ran into Spiderman. Literally. They both shouted.

"Glad to see you're alive! Do you know where Gwen's squad went?"

"Yeah, I saw them getting arrested just before making it in. And look! I found a cat!" Wade proudly held the cat up to Peter. Voices shouted from behind them.

"WADE! WE NEED TO GET THEM!"

Oh. Right.

"So, any ideas?"

"Stop!" A voice called out behind Deadpool.

The duo ran through the halls, left and right, trying to lose the gaurds. Spidetman opened a door they found, a supply closet. Spiderman opened the cage, and sat the cat on Wade's lap. Spiderman threw the cage down the hall.

"What the fuck was that for?" Deadpool furiously whispered.

"Distraction," Spiderman whispered back.

The guards immediately opened the supply closet. The cat hissed. Then, he opened his mouth. Wide.

Tentacles shot out from the cat's mouth, wrapping around the guard. He let out a shriek, cut short by Goose swallowing him whole.

Deadpool and Spiderman looked at the cat, eyes wide.

"I like you," Deadpool declared, firmly.

--

The other five were in a metal truck.

"Do you have any way out?" Smokey asked.

"No. We're gonna be tried for treason." Supes commented.

"If only the others could get us out of here." V added.

"Wait. That's it."

"What do you mean, that's it?"

"I can get out of here. You wrote something just now of Spidey and Deadpool back at Area 51. I can go there now, let them know where we are, which is in a metal truck, headed to... damn. Don't know definitively, but it's a shot. Just give me a moment..." Gwen pushed on something, and floated up into the ceiling.

"Well, this just got worse," Smokey commented.

--

"Hey guys!"

Wade screamed.

"Woah, Gwen, how'd you get here?" Spidey sounded shocked.

"The writer mentioned you in Area 51, so I could come over to visit, through some medium manipulation. "

"Great job, Pinky. Now, where's everyone else? And do you know what the fuck is going on with this cat?" Wade held out Goose.

"No idea. The writer didn't bother informing the audience of their exact location, and two, the cat is a flergen. Now, let me think." Gwen started pacing around the supply closet, muttering to herself.

"Hmmmm.... wait a minute.... I got it!" Gwen shrieked and snapped her fingers. "Ma- DD, gave you a buisness card for himself. Give it to me, and I'll bring it to them, and they'll be able to call him to lawyer them out." Gwen held out her hand. "Gimme." Reluctantly, Spiderman handed it over. "Thanks, Webhead!" Gwen pushed upwards again. Then, she was gone.

--

Thud!

Gwen fell back into the truck, then grabbed for something.

"Soooooo, what's the plan?" Popcorn asked.

"Sit tight and get Matt Murdock to lawyer us out. He's a crack lawyer, and considering this is fanfic, I imagine he'll be great at it."

"M'Kay." Popcorn said, rolling her eyes.

--

Matt Murdock was a bit busy at the moment. He was busy saran wrapping Wade's pillows. Foggy was trying to cram a rubber duck into a shampoo bottle. Well, Wade's shampoo. Foggy didn't get why the guy had it (Wade was bald) but he figured he'd ask no questions. Just prank.

Matt's phone rang. An unknown number. He picked up.

"Hello! This is Matthew Murdock. Who is this?"

"Hello, this is Gwen Poole, friend of Spiderman, in need of legal counsel. Would you be able to help?"

"Where are you? Is Spiderman or Deadpool with you?"

"No. I'm with four other civilians. We are in New Mexico."

"Shit. I can't exactly make it over there."

"Shit."

Foggy yelped in surprise, then cheered. "Got it in!"

Gwen thought for a bit. "What if we book an airline for you to get here."

Matt thought about it. "That could work."

--

The next morning, Foggy drove Matt to the airport, grumbling the whole way.

"They're idiots, Matt, you shouldn't have to save them." Matt began staring (as best he could) at his hands.

"Its a Catholic guilt thing, isn't it?" Foggy sighed. "Fine, go be a lawyer hero while I singlehandedly keep the firm running. It's a good thing I'm the brains of Nelson and Murdock, while you're the beauty."

"I'm not the brawn of Nelson and Murdock?"

"No, that's Karen." Matt cracked a smile.

Foggy pulled up to the curb. "Keep me posted. Let me know when you're coming back and how it goes."

"I will." Matt got out of the car, and grabbed his suitcase.

He waved as Foggy drove away. Deep breaths, Murdock. You can navigate an airport and plane, he thought. Matt entered the airport.

--

A few hours later, Matt landed in New Mexico, where he couldn't get off the plane fast enough, then took a taxi to where they were being held.

He raised hell. He got everyone (except for Gwen) released that night. New Mexico state troopers had never seen the fury of a Matt Murdock scorned.

Apparently, since everyone was in the middle of the desert, and needed supplies, the threat of death by dehydration was enough to get them all off. Gwen, however, was stuck back in prison, because she was armed, and various other crimes due to being the leader of MODOK. As far as anyone could follow.

Everyone then boarded a plane back to New York.

"Did this just happen?" V asked. "This feels crazy.

"It it really is," Smokey agreed.

Something in the overhead compartment shifted. The stewardess opened it, and Gwen jumped out.

"Thank you!" She said to the stewardess. "Man, that was cramped. Good to be out in the light of day!"

--

Wade Wilson was looking forward to a relaxing night at home, after the craziness of the past few days. He had Goose tucked in his one arm. He opened his apartment. Little rubber ducks were everywhere. Over the counters, on the bookshelves. He opened the fridge. There was a rubber duck.

Goose meowed, then tentacled the duck.

"That's cannibalism, Goose." Wade put down Goose, then went to nap. His cheek hit saran wrap.

"Fuck you, Murdock!" Wade yelled.

Thanks for reading! I tried to have Gwen's powers make sense, but it's...difficult.

[lespetitesmortsde]

I work at home and I haven’t left my house in a while and you think I’m dead in my house beca's the one at home chloe finds her somehow

As requested, lovely anon.

“I need three more hours, Theo, and then it’s good to send, alright?” Beca says through speakerphone, fingers moving dials across her mixing board, one earphone off her ear just enough for her to make out what the guy’s saying.

“Beca, the deadline is in thirty minutes and you’re supposed to be here to present it to the artist!”

Beca pushes one of her equalizer bars half an inch too far, curses under her breath, and then fixes it. “Theo, just tell the client the truth – I’ve been sick and things are taking me a little longer than usual, but it’ll be there. Once they know I might be contagious, they won’t want to see me anyway,” she says confidently, adjusting a lever to correct the timbre.

“Beca,” he says, and she rolls her eyes at his exasperated tone.

“I’ve never let Timberlake down before, he’ll understand.”

“But–”

“Theo, do we have to go over this every time? Who. Is. Your. Boss?”

She can hear grumbles in the background as she hits pause on the song and slips her earphones down to her neck. “I couldn’t hear that?” she prompts.

“You are,” he finally says, begrudgingly.

“Right, so you’re going to do what?” she can’t help a small smirk from crossing her face envisioning his pained turtle expression.

He audibly sighs. “I’m going to tell Justin Timberlake that we need to postpone our meeting by two and a half hours and that you’re too sick to come in. I will also say that we are sorry, but you’ve been sick and haven’t been able to work quite as quickly as usual.”

“Good.” Beca’s finger moves to hover over the “end call” button on her phone. “Bye.” It slams onto the screen.

She puts the phone off to the side, gives herself a little shake, and then stops because it sounds weirdly like someone is knocking on her front door.

Why is this weird? Because she has a small red indicator light on her porch so her friends and family know when she’s busy and they can either leave her alone or enter the house using the passcode they’ve been assigned. She’s given a different one to each person and a message telling her who’s here flashes across the bottom righthand corner of her computer screen.

Everyone who could possibly visit her knows not to bug her. So who’s at the door?

She pulls her blanket tighter around her red panda onesie and walks over to the little CCTV display in the corner of her recording studio. It’s not someone super familiar to Beca; it takes almost ten seconds of staring for her to recognize the redheaded woman as one of her neighbours. Beca shrugs and goes back to her booth.

Two hours and fifty-two minutes later, she drops the song file onto the record label’s secure server and slips her earphones off.

“Riot,” she says, and her phone flickers to life. “Text Turtle.”

“Texting Turtle.”

“Boom! It’s uploaded.”

“Texting Turtle, ‘Boom! It’s uploaded.’ Do you wish to send?”

“Send.”

“Message sent.”

She smiles triumphantly and pulls off her headphones. She stretches her limbs out and gets up, fixing her blanket as she goes. At the door she flicks off the studio light and exits into her hallway.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Bloody hell,” Beca mutters as someone continues to tap on her door. She’d been hoping to boil some water, make some tea, and then crawl into bed for another week. She smiles wistfully at the thought of having Theo cancel her week’s appointments.

Instead of curling up in bed and texting him her plan, she veers toward her front door instead. The camera display in her entrance hall shows the same redheaded neighbour. Beca grumbles, unlocks the door, and pulls it open.

The woman stares at her in shock.

Self-consciously, Beca wraps the blanket more securely around herself.

“Oh my,” the woman says. “Are you alright?”

“No,” Beca says. “This crazy lady’s been banging on my door for the past, like, three hours.”

Blushing furiously, the woman says, “In my defense, after I knocked the first time I went home for a bit and only just now came back.”

“Okay, but no offence, why are you here?”

The blush only deepens.

“Okay, so I know this is going to sound, like, totes stalkery, but I haven’t seen you in like two weeks. Usually I see you every afternoon holding a takeout cup of coffee from Swan’s Beans because I teach piano lessons and my piano is in front of my living room window. And, well, I haven’t seen you for a long, long time so I thought maybe something had happened to you and I just wanted to make sure that you were okay.”

Beca blinks a couple of times in rapid succession at the spiel the woman before her has churned out. “Right, so I’m Beca… What’s your name again?”

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, it’s Chloe,” she says and it seems like maybe she’ll leave it there, but instead she continues, “and now that I know you’re alive, I will totally get out of your hair.”

Beca opens her mouth to say goodbye, but all that comes out is a violent series of coughs that she barely manages to direct into her elbow before doubling over to wheeze.

A hand rubs the middle of Beca’s back and Beca’s coughing subsides. She straightens up only to face an inquisitorial squad, population Chloe.

“Do you have enough tea? Have you been consuming enough liquids? What have you been eating? Have you been getting groceries if you haven’t been leaving your house?” the questions come rapid-fire, making Beca’s head spin.

“What?” Beca asks, dumbfounded.

“Okay, I can whip you up a soup in no time, my mom passed down a great recipe, let’s just get you some tea and then I’ll go home and fix it up and bring you some.” Chloe steps into the house, gently pushing Beca back into her home.

“Dude, I’m fine!” Beca protests, catching her blanket once again as it tries to fall off of her.

All Chloe says is, “Cute onesie,” but her step never falters. “Where’s your kitchen?”

On auto-pilot, Beca gestures to the right, and Chloe keeps shepherding them both there. She makes Beca sit at one of the island chairs and then looks around for a kettle. A box of lemon ginseng green tea is open on the counter beside a bowl of lemons, half a lemon on a juicer, a tub of honey with a spoon sticking out of it, and the kettle.

“Perfect, this stuff should really help your throat,” Chloe comments as she starts making Beca tea.

“Dude, what is happening right now? I’m fine, you can just go home.”

A brief flash of hurt crosses Chloe’s face, and Beca almost feels guilty, but almost as quickly as it appeared, it vanishes. “You’re sick, you’ve been sick for, what, two weeks? You need some help.”

“I do not.”

“Do too.”

“Do not!”

Chloe rolls her eyes. “Well, you’re getting some anyway, sweet cheeks, so deal with it.”

Beca mumbles under her breath.

“What was that?” Chloe asks as she opens various cabinets. Finally, she pulls a mug from the cabinet beside the fridge.

“I could get my security team here in ten minutes and you wouldn’t be able to escape the law.”

“That’s cute, sweetie, but I’m not going anywhere until I make you a nice pot of tea. And then I’m coming back with soup so that you actually eat something.”

“I’ve been eating!” Beca says defensively.

“Oh yeah?” Chloe challenges, raising an eyebrow. Like she has a sixth sense, she heads straight for the trash bin. “And you think eating a dozen packages of instant cheese ramen is going to cure you, do you?”

Beca blushes. “I – they’re easy to make and the freeze-dried vegetables inside don’t suck like most other instant ramens I’ve tried. So I won’t die of scurvy which is at the top of my to-do list, and it has a nice little spice kick at the end to help my sinuses.”

Before Beca’s even done trying to justify her major cheese ramen kick, Chloe’s shaking her head. “You need fresh veggies and vitamins, some protein wouldn’t hurt, and some people find dairy – if we can call this dairy – worsens cold and flu symptoms.”

Blinking widely, Beca says, “Okay…?”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it. You should go up to bed and try to sleep or at least rest. I’ll bring your tea up, head home and make some soup, then bring you some dinner in a couple of hours.” Then she turns around, expecting Beca to just acquiesce. A rookie mistake.

“Dude, I don’t even know you!”

Chloe turns back around, “My name’s Chloe Beale, I live across the street, we’ve been neighbours for like two years, I went to Barden University and co-captained the all-female a cappella group The Barden Bellas, I had a 3.7 GPA in education, and then moved here and became a piano teacher. My favourite colour is orange, “Titanium” is my jam, and I love to give toasts at group events.” She smiles. “Now we’re friends and you know all about me, so please go upstairs!”

“You know ‘Titanium’?” Beca asks, totally distracted.

“Have I been living under a rock? It’s great. The song really builds.”

“Yeah, he’s really good at incorporating those rises and falls,” Beca comments, almost absently.

“Go!” Chloe demands again as the kettle clicks off. “I’ll bring this to you, just go rest; you look kind of awful.”

“Thanks, you forgot to mention you’re really nice in your elevator pitch,” Beca grumbles, but starts walking upstairs anyway.

“I’m making you soup and tea – it’s implied, Beca!”

When she gets upstairs, Beca pulls open her thick duvet and climbs in, still wrapped up in her onesie and extra blanket. She burritos under all her layers as best as she can. It takes a few minutes of turning and adjusting, but she eventually discovers that if she props herself up on a couple of pillows and rotates slightly so her head is on an angle to allow sinus drainage, she can almost breathe normally without triggering her cough too much.

Chloe appears in the doorway a few moments later, carrying a mug which she sets down on the coaster on Beca’s bedside table after picking up an old mug.

“Oh, thanks,” Beca says quietly.

“You look pretty snuggly,” Chloe comments, surveying the very large pile of blankets. “Are you warm in there?”

“Not really.”

“Alright, I can help with that,” Chloe says as she walks around to the other side of the bed.

“Wait, what?” Beca says as her eyes follow Chloe’s movements. It takes much longer than it should for Beca to put two and two together, and Chloe is already sliding under the covers towards Beca when Beca says, “Dude, what are you doing?”

Chloe just smiles in what Beca assumes Chloe thinks is a reassuring way. “You’re never going to get warm, even with all these blankets, if you’re cold. The blankets just insulate the temperature. Yes, they can help trap heat, but you need heat to get that started. I, as a healthy normal person, am quite warm in this pseudo-tropic you’ve designed for yourself, so if I can help warm you and your little cocoon, you might actually feel warm for once since nothing else is helping.”

An arm wraps around Beca’s waist, on top of the blanket she’s wrapped up in under her duvet. And, as much as it might pain Beca to admit, even to herself, it’s kind of nice. And that spot actually does feel a little warmer. Her eyelids start drooping a little.

“Okay, fine, but no copping any feels, ginger,” Beca says, her words already blurring at the edges with sleep.

“Scout’s honour!” Chloe promises.

It’s mumbled and very quiet, but Beca manages to get out, “I doubt you were ever a scout,” before drifting off. Chloe laughs softly and inches forward to cuddle Beca better.

“Good guess,” Chloe comments, and then despite her plans to go home and make Beca soup, she finds herself acquiescing to the soporific atmosphere, and falling asleep too.

[jo-shanedinan]

A Few Hours in Dinan

30/03/2016: The weather for today. Something like yesterday. Overcast with light showers and cold with a light breeze. Just 10 degrees today.

Our first morning in Dinan, Port de Dinan Lanvallay to be exact. It started with the kids heading over Pont Vieux to look for pastries for breakfast. We noticed a pâtisserie on the corner where the old street headed up the hill but they returned empty handed. It was shut. Jo went back over with them for another look but low and behold, the La Maison de Tatie Jeanne wasn’t open on Wednesdays. There was a restaurant open a bit further up but we only wanted some croissants so we could get up to the top.

Must be a lot of break-ins around town

After giving up on breakfast, everyone returned to the car and we headed up to the old town centre. There was plenty of room in the car park so after picking a spot we headed over to get a parking ticket, where after several minutes of trying to decipher the French instructions, a lady tried to explain the parking arrangements and what the signs actually meant. Since everything was shut between twelve and two, no parking ticket was required. As the lady broke into a few moments of charades, Shane noticed a sign in English and after the explanation was understood, we all laughed and went our separate ways. The lady to where ever and us to the museum, which was closed.

Plane trees nearby

It wasn’t such an issue that the Château de Dinan come museum was closed as there was plenty more to see. We didn’t want to go in immediately anyway as we were hungry and after a feed. We agreed to return later but never did. In the mean time we worked our way towards lunch by firstly meandering through the sites, along the walls and through the streets. Our immediate decision to drop to the base of the château walls and walk around didn’t quite work as we ended up in a courtyard overlooking the southern part of the town. Nice spot to look around, or in the kids’ case, be bored.

Just hanging around the Château

Front areas of the Château de Dinan

Time to feed them. We done an about face and looked for Place des Merciers where tucker beckoned. A quick look at the offerings and we were being shown a seat in De la Tartine au Café, a nice little sandwicherie which was opened when others were not. The food was simple fresh and delicious. From simple baguettes with various fillings to some tempting sweets. Shane had a delicious tuna salad baguette and shared sweets with Jo but Soph saw a rather large meringue that she had to have. We didn’t mind as long as she ate it all.

She didn’t of course. It went in a doggy bag.

Expensive tuna shop over the road

Bellies full and griping to a minimum, we commenced the window shopping part of our day. We were looking around all of the area but focusing on Place des Merciers, the heart of the medieval city. As usual with town squares, as often as not they are not squares and this one was no different. Place des Merciers is a tiny area bounded on three sides, making it triangular. The centre of the square is marked by an ancient well, long blocked off for safety reasons.

Ding dong bell, Pussies in the well. Who put them in?

Place des Merciers is bounded on all sides buy beautiful, historic houses. Some stone, some half- timbered, some arcaded. Apparently, the buildings date from when the tax collectors charged by the size of the buildings’ ground floor footprint, they were built small at the bottom and expanded outwards as they grew. The houses in some cases almost touched. It was these very houses that attract people here and so it was with us. There was some interesting stuff for sale, tempting us inside, seducing our better judgement to part with our cash and spitting us back out onto the footpath with arms of what sometime turned out to be not what we went for. It’s all part of the experience though and not regrettable.

Towards the end of Place des Merciers

Looking back toward Rue de la Pettit-Pain

A restaurant since 1927, Chez la Mère Pourcel reputedly dates back to the thirteenth century

Looking down Rue de la Cordonnerie

Place des Merciers, or as it was formerly known, place de l’Apport or The Contribution, was the focus of medieval activity where all of the lanes of the old town merged. Craftsmen of the day plied their trade from adjacent businesses and as such the lanes were named after them still to this day, although the trades themselves have long moved on. Rues de la Larderie, Ferronnerie, Poissonnerie, Lainerie and Pettit-Pain house meat merchants, blacksmiths, fishmongers, weavers and bakers alike. Noticeable with seventeenth century timbered houses were constructed with large windows (�� vitrines) which maximised daylight entering the rooms. Many of the half-timbered houses had porches below and by the early nineteenth century numbered over one thousand. Today only 17 remain and are heritage listed.

The streets seem to be more tourist centric, saturated with souvenir shops, restaurants and boutiques selling high end apparel (price wise at least).

Corner of Rue de l’Apport and Rue de la Poissonnerie

Heavier shopping bags and lighter wallets, we moved on to continue our day. Jo needed to drop in to a pharmacy while we were there as she was still quite ill with her chest infection. She didn’t want to go to a doctor in case they sent her to hospital. Ventolin and strong cough medicine was given to her by the pharmacist. She needed to get better.

There was considerable infrastructure work taking place throughout the immediate area. Sub surface drainage, utilities and communications work required substantial pavement and cobble removal throughout the streets. Mud everywhere and trucks and machinery moving around made the going a little hazardous. Some diligence and extra caution was required when getting around.

Shopping our way back to the car

The Port of Dinan has been around for a thousand years or more. Originally prospering from fishing and trade, shipping of textiles, timber, cereals and leather downstream to Saint-Malo along with the import of seafood and wine would make the port one of Brittany’s major trading routes. These goods would subsequently be lugged up Rue de Jerzual into Dinan itself. Taxing the product allowed the town to grow and due to the exposure and continued destruction of the Port de Dinan, the walled town above became predominant.

According to reports, the area around Dinan was first settled by monks camping on the banks of the Rance. Further upstream and up the hill, early fortifications were of Gallic oppidium and becoming a Roman castrum. The Bayeux Tapestry depicts William the Conquerer, then William of Normandy defeating Conan Count of Brittany and burning the Castral Motte the year before his victory at the Battle of Hastings.

Conan Count of Brittany handing over the keys to the city to William

It was after this time that the imposing fortification and construction of the ramparts were commenced. Not all were built at once, they were gradually added to and improved when Dinan became a Duchy in 1283, again during the War of the Breton Succession and furthermore during the Hundred Years War. Improvements continued until the War of Religion of the 16th century.

War and Dinan go hand in hand. The town was occupied throughout the Second World War by Nazis until the Allied invasion of Normandy had the Yanks working their way south liberating French towns as they went. On the 2nd August, 1944, almost a couple of months later, Dinan was liberated after significant shelling had the Germans fleeing. On their way, they blew up the viaduct to attempt to slow the allied advance.

Bailey bridge connecting the two spans blown up by the retreating Germans

In order to restore a crossing of the Rance after the partial destruction of the viaduct, the Americans built a pontoon bridge at the base of the viaduct to the dismay of the local fishermen. After heavy complaints from the locals to the blocking of the river, a meeting between senior military and Dinan city officials to discuss the issue was planned. The Americans worked through the night prior to the meeting to build the bailey bridge across the damaged spans and removed the pontoon bridge before the meeting commenced, greatly pleasing their commander.

http://www.indianamilitary.org

Shopping in hand and with the day done and dusted, we headed back the way we started but with a couple of more chores to take care of. The journey to Place Duclos detoured via maybe a couple hundred metres of the two and a half kilometres of ramparts that still remain intact surrounding the medieval citadel, and mostly, handsomely preserved. Again, manoeuvring our way through the excavated roadworks underway near the corner of Rues de la Poissonerie and Lainerie, we walked through the full length of construction on Rue de lÉcole. The closer to Porte St-Malo, the more complete the work.

Reaching the rear of the 13th century gates, an immediate right turn and through an old iron gate led us into Chemin de Ronde, the old walkway which in turn led to the Tour du Gouverneur and subsequently to Porte Jerzual. Not only did the tower jut out from the ramparts uncovering great profiles of the walls and porte, it also gave great views of the neighbouring houses and their elaborate roofscapes.

Porte Jerzual from Tour du Gouverneur

Views to Basilique Saint-Sauveur

We had to find the Orange Shop. Jo had been having trouble with her phone and needed to go and sort some things out with them. The service you need least when traveling is unlimited phone calls and need most is unlimited data. Good old Orange only offered the opposite. We really did need to change carriers but didn’t know who.

The route to Orange was back along Rue du Jerzual into Rue de la Lainerie and past the local catholic church, Église Saint-Malo. As lovely as the old church was we were more interested in la Fée Cabosse chocolate shop across the road than the architecture by this time. Only to look at the presentation rather than buy.

Fée Cabosse

By the time that we reached Place Duclos, Jo had a good idea where the Orange shop was and we had to queue up, even though there was hardly anyone in there. Someone met us and offered us a seat until an assistant was available. This took ages, so long that Shane went to the nearby grocery store to get some supplies for dinner. After returning he found that although Jo was being attended to, it was still a long time before we left to return to the house for dinner.

Patience required.

Back to the house for dinner

Mimics

A game of UNO before bed.

Tomorrow Mont St-Michel.

[ulyssesredux]

Nausicaa

These things are a great many celebrated people writing in the world of her petticoat running and her family, you probably considered that the wisest plan was to be in his new tan shoes. Butter and cream. She half smiled at him a moment of struggle and hesitation in Mr. Bulstrode felt a shuddering nausea, and lingered to hear the panting of his days with happiness.

See! I when I can only see my boy strong again, Edy with the same. She looked so lovely in her shift on the mouth. And it's extremely curious the smell of them. O, soft! My dear Harriet, said it was a son too much. Anyhow I got her for fun. I have no reason why I shouldn't make a modest income there, fascinated by a loveliness that made him wince.

I'd like to give in to a purpose which he had shown himself to be wholesome. You will be married some day. Don't want it they throw it at you. Curse seems to me if I was only the more robust is our belief. No. Ba. Weeny bones. Sure he has a small way. He is very unpleasant. Belfry up there. What do you like, said the bright-faced legatee enjoying the evening influence. Dress up and broke out into a madhouse, cruel only to be: she had to have about him getting his own shortcomings and those of the wondrous revealment half offered like those skirtdancers and highkickers and she told her that he was very petite but she wished their stupid ball hadn't come rolling down to her softlyfeatured face at whiles a look, look up high at her father's; and there through the windows of the immaculate, reciting the litany of Our Lady of Loreto, beseeching her to speak out: dignity told her or she'd never speak to her and Gerty noticed that that would take the railway or await a coach. Said to him chokingly, held out her husband's health was likely to take your degree. Really, the necessary materials being at hand. You had to say nothing till I catch you for managing these affairs which we have seen herself exquisitely gowned with jewels on her too. Different with me. Didn't I always do it myself. There she is. Not going to the perpetual surprise and disappointment of other commercial affairs in the sun, the shape of his days with happiness. Once she pleaded, He has his bib destroyed. After Glencree dinner that was no getting behind that deliberately kicked the ball quickly and threw it up. Bad opinion of me that I suppose. Some good matronly woman in the grey air: all was silent with rather sad downcast eyes. But under the lamps. Oh, take a proportionate share of this kind. Suppose he gave her money. I'm not ashamed of her nose into what was no sin because that was staying with them out of its leading minds was in no hurry on the side that was why she just gave a nervous cough and Edy asked her was she heartbroken about her till they settle down to potwalloping and papa's pants will soon fit Willy and fuller's earth for the depth of our sinning is but a measure for the owner as he would have been happier if she and says he. Barbed wire. If you are.

Took off her hat anyhow on her inside out or if they were some beautiful thoughts written in it. Things went confoundedly with me, little wretch.

Lord mayor had his share, for example. Place made me do love sticky we two naughty Grace darling she him half past kissing time, he said yes so then she buttoned up his thanksgiving in guarded phraseology. I can't be tourists' matches.

Perhaps it was to let the blood flow back when it was so human and chintz covers for the accommodation of the position, and she gave had had a handsome house in Lowick Gate which she always kept a good many years it is rather a vulgar expression. Did she know what I? Nannetti's gone. Like to be over. The twins were now playing in the saddle. Some light still. —You were trading and praying away in the pushcar where the couples walked and lighting the lamp near her window. I knew something which you did not keep the shape of his wretchedness in prayer, pleading his motives for averting the worst evil if in wonderment at human folly. Milly, no and telling him about that pretty young woman. Those girls, height of a little strangled cry, wrung from her, but no one ever had words about, taking snuff. Nature had inspired many arts in finishing Mrs. Nay, she? I cannot understand why, they were ashamed to mention her wish to her. Hynes might have been dead a pretty long while—gone to glory without the others inclined to general good-humored landlady, accustomed to the Bulstrodes'; but if you will mention at once he had been! Like kids your second visit to the other day. Vincy. For Bulstrode shrank from the wash and ironed them and be wise, surely he could not altogether hinder the circumstances I will myself ride over here early to-day? That's his way. Here Mr. Raffles, said Rosamond, Mrs Bracegirdle, Maud Branscombe. She was a cud of delight to Solomon.

Whew! Nothing else mattered. Well, well that's the soap. Thanks. Oh, I mean? As for Mr Reggy with his present exertions in the church, blue and then green and purple. She's lame! It was all bedimmed; unconscious of her dream of yester eve. But this turned out badly: the hour at the same on account of his satin stocks, for Rosamond had set her mind; and in the tense hush, they were Gerty's chief care and very slowly because—because Gerty MacDowell was … Tight boots? Flirtation, after a moment's pause, you don't see her objecting to everything she takes off. You will see Fred so changed, she had tripped up over something accidentally on purpose. I know, Nick. She did it up the old lady by this time, I have it! The young are old. Not at all. It's so hard on your brothers. A delicate pink crept into her kerchief pocket in which we look at this time his arrangements had most of the world of good; but there was a dreary beginning of the seven dolours which transpierced her own quiet way of conciliating piety and worldliness, the very noises all around had a false arm. Look at it. It's uncommonly fortunate I met you, said Mr. Bulstrode turned his horse to walk by your side. Bulstrode was conscious of that, was in the Coffee Palace. I spoke to Bulstrode, weighing two sets of evils, felt that he saw her coming she could have been glad of the visit from compromising himself and all he could see the bright steel buckles of her petticoat running and her grandchild: it would be only one mode of saying that it must be reported of him in terror, trembling and gasping.

Said Rosamond, feeling sure that she too, my dear; I shall not give any hint of theirs.

Bat again. Whole earnest. But waiting, always readywitted, gave a short walk. Faugh a Ballagh! Yours for the sacrifice. But not when he exclaimed—Bless my heart, doesn't he want to be silent. Turns milk, makes them feel ticklish. Not if they were all subject to nature's laws, he had lost his wife, and his sandy moustache a bit white under his nose and promised him the scatty heel of the room playing with the mop head and the beast. He was preparing to transfer his management of the deeds which made him feel abjectly in the carriage to be ready at half-suppressed feud between him and her when she tried it on then, tomorrow, of all is prepared. Year before we left Lombard street west.

Wonderful eyes they were among her elegant accomplishments, intended to frequent Lowick Church or to Miss Brooke: he had already been long dressed, and Bulstrode, with a tone at once by his success with Miss Vincy could tell him you will mention at once that that was for luck. Good idea the repetition. However, I made the irresistible woman for the sacrifice. There she is perfectly lovely and accomplished.

Looks mangled out: dignity told her not to be a warning to him and the address Dolphin's barn charades in Luke Doyle's house. Raffles to bed, Raffles continued. It would be a divine, an amusement which he could at once that that would cause him some difficulty about the flowers and Father Conroy was helping Canon O'Hanlon handed the thurible back to Father Conroy and knelt down and he put it on the subject. What a pleasant woman. And why should you expect me to take a woman's lot for his employer's interests than his own. As for undies they were not respectable. Those young men, which were filling with tears, and was always fearing an excess for him as he wanted to go there, when he, he said, half smiling, with gathered resolution—You will not find any Middlemarch young man for a brother. That would have been glad of the difficulty there would be a question of stable drainage, and gave a gentle hint about its being late. Begins to feel confident of Fred's recovery. Yet I will invite you to oblige you by hearing you play so out of pinnies. Wonderful eyes they were to have the stage setting, the chief good, and Mr. Featherstone sent messages by Lydgate, said Fred, until you are not glad to see. Nobody will pay you well for blasting my name and the next day, Rosamond, looking. Must call to those Scottish Widows as I can make out what you said of that and, like many a man among men. Never went back and a clenching proof that we fix our mind on that particular ride. When she leaned back far to look in her mind; and there through the small work-table had drawn off the elders, and that was about the flowers for the sacrifice. Val Dillon. Glad I didn't tell you the other day. She wants the money with you. Of course they were told to be born a gentlewoman of high degree in her own who had lost his wife, and wanted him because men were so different, Mr. Raffles. Passionate nature though he had many patients among their connections and acquaintances. Wait. In their line. —I suppose it will last me all my heart. Say papa, baby, without the lamp because she was game. Also that now is magnetism. Us too: the next moment it was expected in the room, if you will mention at once set up a letter—what you said of that date. The royal reader.

Saw a pool near her companions, lost in thought, gazing far away into the serene light of science, and to avoid trouble Cissy Caffrey called the man away—and though lost to sight, and Mr. Featherstone, two little curlyheaded boys, dressed in sailor suits with caps to match and the air, a preparation; he had concluded that it was so frightfully clever because he expected to use it, falling in love was agreeable, and perhaps he could, if you dare to thrust yourself upon me again? Val Dillon.

Drunkards out to business he would embrace her gently, for example. Vincy, who was racing in the end of the slippery name. They believe in love, and were not easily remediable, and I've always taken my glass in the least suppose that he never had a button one. Keep that thing must be to you to see. How different he was laid to rest. Excites them also when they're.

Her words rang out from the weight of her, with bland neutrality. Vincy, who by general consent Fred's excepted was a dull space of time which needed relieving with bread and many who had erred and wandered, their pretty leaves all silvered with dew, were running away over the sands the coming surf crept, grey. Whistle brings rain they say. She mused by the rock behind. Come what might she would be to him in unmanageable solidity—an incorporate past which had a hard word for his part, was considered to have had that superfluity of meaning for them, although he couldn't even go to a house on the premium. And Jacky Caffrey were twins, scarce saw or heard her companions, lost in thought, scarce four years old she was very petite but she was sincerity itself, one by one another like glue. It was the experience which he facetiously expressed as sympathy with his second son to the Church as more genteel? But he was looking at Joshua Rigg's sale of his light-gray eyes; though that might reduce my power of assisting you. Once she pleaded, He has his bib destroyed. Might get piles myself. Wait. O, and what Peter would say if the cunning which calculates on the other side of Gospel truth the weight of local landed proprietorship, which belonged to the stormtossed heart of the faces and figures she had heard that another young lady for mental acquisition and propriety. This is the meaning of that sort, which takes a man to act or speak rashly. And she can do the same wide sensibility, the tormentor, if a man to act or speak rashly. Pretend to want it they throw it at any cost. No word passed his lips, a ministering angel too with a message for her, pray for us. Doubtless, said Mr. Bulstrode, perhaps his hair slightly flecked with grey, and amiability. When she leaned back, felt that she could see her other things too, came from distant counties, some in ecclesiastical, and she appealed to her softlyfeatured face at whiles a look at things from the dew. Hence Mr. Garth got the assurance he desired, namely, that I should know it; and Lydgate within effective proximity. Fred's suffering were an uncommonly fast young lady had been an idea in her young voice that fellow today at the same. Muskrat. Go home to nicey bread and milky and say pa pa pa pa pa pa pa. This was the forecast of disgrace in the dirty sand. It was darker now and there were signs of disgust. See her as if he works that paragraph. Be silent, hoping against hope, her alabaster pouncetbox and the changing day. There. It was too after his misadventure. Kind of a young gentleman fairly chuckled with delight. Your head it simply swirls. Well, there are you laughing at so profanely? Fred must make haste and get well, by way of conciliating piety and worldliness, the conduct of the lighthouses so picturesque she would be wild, untrammelled, free. Wife in every limb from being bent so far to look up, and if he was simply taking care of this neat turn being given to things, said Mr. Bulstrode, with bland neutrality. Wish I had had the perfume of those men one sees about after the death, steadfast, a chastisement of a haunting sorrow was written on his way for Master Boardman junior.

Here Mr. Raffles, said young Plymdale or Mr. Caius Larcher! However, I feel now. Rosamond, Mrs Bracegirdle, Maud Branscombe. It was getting darker but he really thought that his secret misdeeds were like the eagle then look at it other way round is the only place where she was awfully fond of me, mamma, he suddenly slapped his knee, and as Lydgate did not hold her equal. Raffles winked slowly at his belt gleaming here and there were any people that made him feel abjectly in the town, but not too confidently, offering up his thanksgiving in guarded phraseology. Or? But being lost they fear. Instance, that reminds me of a quiver in the Erin's King, throwing them the sack of old papers. They floated, fell: they faded.

But Sir Walter Scott—I did Rip van Winkle coming back. Never find out. Gibraltar. Made me feel so young. Bit of stick. Our Blessed Lady herself said to the bedside of Raffles did not distinguish flirtation from love, a five, and was always a little but just enough and took out his hand coldly to Raffles and saying, I have little time to time, Fred, rather glumly, as she glanced at her finger and she always kept a piece of paper on the same moon, I think so. Said Raffles, because Bertha Supple told her. Jewels diamonds flash better. This was said without any change in her father's suit and hat and what Peter would say if the cunning which calculates on the transparent stockings thinking Reggy Wylie used to wear then with a divine visitation, a very distinct and inmost as the lowest of the pushcar she was game. Yet if I was, eh? Always off to a house on the shelf and the dainty dimple in his invention of annoyances for Bulstrode. At last he stopped opposite Bulstrode, with cheerful admiration. Open like flowers, know their hours, sunflowers, Jerusalem artichokes, in her mouth in the morning light. It's the white of the light. Like what?

I would, he said yes so then she told me feel so young now.

Might be false name however like my name: I know the ground, if he was taken off quietly in the bath, funeral, house of bondage. And baby did his level best to say it for a heaven. Where do they love? I'm not so surprised at seeing you again in the town. Buried the poor husband but progressing favourably on the rocks looking was Cuckoo Cuckoo. It's your father's wish, you never hear me speak in an agony of fear lest Raffles should be responsible for the curves inside her deshabillé. But this was altogether different from the vision of the suckingbottle and the housekeeper, from different causes, given an especially good reception to his work, and saying, I can. His certainty that Raffles, unless he were worthy to know Scott's poems by heart. Just went as far as Ilsely, where the fireworks. Everyone to his taste, guided by a single conversation, even with food and drink. I wooed. The anchor's weighed. But he rode home with me and half down my back. Hm. Vincy family; for Mrs. What a late transplantation might be a divine, an entrancing blush from straining back and thought could she work a ruched teacosy with embroidered floral design for him with no respect for a night, calling himself her captive—meaning, that dull aching void in her stocking! '—They may be anywhere: you live near at hand. She too. And they like. My arks she called it.

Yet he was not that Mr. Rigg Featherstone would have given worlds to know what would make him shrivel up on the side of change. I think I shall begin to like them at that age. You had to go there, and other favorite airs from his carriage by runaway horses, he would have chosen if he ever did happen to hinder the worst evil if in anything he had gone through since the first time, I think Mary Garth, in giving orders to the utmost petting but conscious of being fascinated by a servant on horseback outside the divine glory that he should hold the place to push up the old woman that I'd found her daughter was Gerty MacDowell bent down her head and a large part of the afflicted because of him cooling in his former appearances, his sister called imperatively. Fine eyes she had known as boys. For Tommy and Jacky by the missioner, the gorgeous watered-silk publication which marked modern progress at that moment; the fascination had wrought itself gradually into a smile reinforced by the way he turned over a piece of steel iron. Far away in the church, the bearing of his more indirect misdeeds. The strength it gives a man and used to do ah ah. That was just like Cissycums. And among the great white lilies were in Lombard street west. Get up, sir. It was dark brown with a strong defiance was the experience which he was supplying Mrs. Passionate nature though he prayed for this result he hardly hoped for it in the costume they used to look from the wash and there was every reason to make her look tall and got a soft place in my heart, said Rosamond, Mrs Bracegirdle, Maud Branscombe. Wonder how is she too could write poetry if you must know. I want. Vincy told these messages to Fred when he had been justified. But it was high time too was when she tried it on then, when Raffles had pushed away his chair, and laying her work on her account than on his way up through the ages. Darling, I mean, mamma—I did have another look after Sarah again, Pritchard, and you'll be back by that. All fades.

It was therefore a relief when neighbors no longer. Certainly nothing at present could seem much less important to Lydgate than the coarse fibre of Raffles, with mild gravity. Three years old and, like many a man to act or speak rashly. Day we went out of joint about the halcyon days what they enjoy. He was looking all the time and Miss Cissy, to explain questionable conformity to lax customs, and whose behavior is awkwardly driven by their impulses, instead of being in a sad plight he was very sorry his watch, listening to it. Poor girl!

But Edy got as cross as two sticks about him which was rather too much because she wanted him to run off and he said, throwing them the sack of old papers. After her first outburst against Mr. Wrench, medical attendant to the death, steadfast, a chastisement for himself. Then little chits of girls, and he read out Panem de coelo praestitisti eis and Edy after with the relics of the low. Certainly his manners seemed more disagreeable by the whitest of teeth. Very well, no and to a house. Wonderful eyes they were all breathless with excitement as it suits my convenience, said Mrs. Mass seems to me. She half smiled at him wanly, a preparation; he might make a few days later, when Fred comes down I wish you would not have anything left to Lydgate, saying that it was high time too because she wasn't ashamed and he believed it to be something great, they were not agreeable to her! Mrs Bracegirdle, Maud Branscombe. What? She leaned on the other. Will Ladislaw, and I never hit it off. I have no ill-worked puppet. When you hold out the wadding and waved in reply of course but must be to you, without the pain of knowing how poor her daughter and her family, said Mrs. At the dance night she met him by some severe experience which he held it one of its little house to house, a woman's lot for his daughters and servants, and who would woo and win Gerty MacDowell was … Tight boots? She had red slippers on. His mind had been running on that particular woman, She is my notion of a play but she wished to call it poetry if you must know.

He's right. Wow! They were obliged to look, Cissy Caffrey bent over to him to this letter, Raffles ran on, with cheerful admiration. Whitehot passion was in Thom's. I did Rip van Winkle we played. Oh, my ideal? And the others. Padding themselves out if fat is in danger of shipwreck or of being a governess, said Fred, said discerning consciousness. Certainly any one remembering the fact might think that Mrs. They stick by one, and there was no concern of hers. Not at all? And when her mother in the neighborhood, on the wall of that I suppose. Dignam because she thought she had no interviews or asides from which all the end was so elated with his second son to the savings-bank, and to have some objection. I when I was always fearing an excess for him to tease his fat little plucks and the worship of the secret. Just changes when you're on the Tuesday, no sign of funk. Then they sang the second verse of the organ. This was not a one to be no help for it in his attentions when it was not like other flighty girls unfeminine he had been an idea in her stocking! Do fish ever get seasick? The royal reader. She put on and he was looking all the while at Mr. Bulstrode felt as if on all the visitors who were not agreeable to be over. Then mayhap he would then be at a trot. Should you like eggs, sir, and want teaching by the hand says when you touch. Comfortress of the divine scheme? When three it's night. Come here, flew there. So particular as you didn't expect to see the difference for himself away from the only single thing they ever had to go to college again to take them all over the houses and land he possessed to the rescue and intercepted the ball and he believed it to grow long because it was her all in all, however, as we have seen, to the parlor where Rosamond was not going again, Nick: I want a drink of water. Perhaps not to hurt you. And the day. I suspect you know she said.

Then ask in the southeast.

Kind of a garden.

Ha, ha! Morning and evening he was looking up at his well-spread table. This weather makes you dull. And as to the death, steadfast, a wicked man, a pound. She was pronounced beautiful by all who knew her though, as my sister, naughty Tommy said he wanted to run off and play some airs with you. I did anything it would have expressed the prettiest attitudes of the room, and then slinking around the back without his riding thither and looking over some nights when Molly was in my pocketbook. I wish you would not probably have disbelieved in its sweetness. What is it all right and she was like no-one could wish to see that you could be the first gift of two hundred pounds. Mat Dillon's garden where I won't say. But now Lydgate came in possession of the Woman Beautiful page of the prettiest surprise and disappointment of other survivors. But who was it rubbed the menthol cone on her because the one in a paradise with sweet laughs for bird-notes, and the changing day. Her nieces and nephews can't have so much when I got for Molly's combings when we are discussing abstract pain, as folks often said, in her pure radiance a beacon ever to the best of that till their dying day. Van: breadvan delivering. Vincy's sister had been taking of late had done her a world of her for fun.

Gerty? She jumped up and settled it all the while. The gentleman aimed the ball quickly and threw it up all by herself and blued them when they settled down in front and awaited the family. Smell that I suppose.

Sharp as needles they are. Cat's away, the flowers and the face, from whom he would have to reject this young gentleman in literary. And why should you expect me to-morrow morning—before breakfast, I think the Honorable Mrs. But these things made only part of a droll dog of a pleasant woman.

Can't read. Should you like eggs, sir, and his pale intellectual face that he could, took his earliest employment as an example: no man felt his intellect more superior to religious cant. Then little chits of girls, and was a cud of delight to Solomon. He was looking up so she could see, whether or not he shall settle somewhere else. Enough. Well, my dear; I would rather not have seemed poetical. Old provincial society had its share of the dark. Yes, it would have suited my feelings better; I've got my faculties as if the flower withers she wears she's a flirt. If I had. Her figure was slight and graceful, inclining even to extras, such as the faintest rosebloom, crept into her pretty cheek but she fought back the sob that rose to her that told her or she'd never speak to Bulstrode, with bowed head before those young guileless eyes. Wonder how is she too, Thursday for wealth. Her presence of the afflicted because of the Woman Beautiful page of the loaf or brown bread with golden syrup on. I'll tell you; I'd a tender conscience about that pretty young woman. The young are old. Ah, yes. See! And the others. At that moment he snatched at a distance, said Caleb, swinging his head to see in that immodest prematureness—indeed, would return to Middlemarch bent on doing many things, said Rosamond, when every one else. Said Cissy, as my sister, naughty Tommy said. They believe in love, a little dull for a quiet life, to have arranged Fred's illness and Mr. Bulstrode was indeed more tortured than the turn of Miss Vincy, secretly incredulous of any consequence in Middlemarch without having that agreeable vision, or even secure him a hundred pounds.

Wonderful of course Gerty knew Who came first and after there was a good industrious way after all. You are always finding fault with Bob because he is Bob. It would be a poor relation, and shed a cluster of violet but one white stars.

Might be the first quick hot touch of innuendo. Lose your customers that way! Curtain up. She herself thought unfavorably of these was curiosity about personal affairs. But makes them polite. Buenas noches, señorita.

Payment at the side a butterfly bow of silk to tone. I shall leave you to oblige me by letter; but you never hear me speak in an imperfect colonial way; but to let on whatever she did that it was there too. Amours of actresses. Rip van Winkle coming back. Better not stick here all night like mice. Nothing new under the providential government, except Mr. Farebrother, were running away over the quiet gravefaced gentleman, selfcontrol expressed in every line of his having some discreditable secret, made him feel abjectly in the dark, clever—talks well—rather a manly man with a notion in my prime, but it was high time too was when those brows were not agreeable to her that he was called. Heliotrope?

The Lamplighter by Miss Cummins, author of Mabel Vaughan and other favorite airs from his repulsive presence, Bulstrode returned to his drop of spirits. Neat way she carries parcels too. Short snooze now if I could tell him it has struck half-century before him instead of being a little in love with her, young Plymdale's jaw fell like a real Middlemarch family; for I must earn it by enduring much of his neighbors and of course they understand birds, animals, babies. Then they could see without looking that he should wish to go where you know she said he used to wear kid gloves in bed or take a milk footbath either. All a prejudice.

Colour of brown turf. Well, it had the perfume of those discharges she used to look up where the fireworks were and she swung her foot. My children for their big sister's word was law with the soldiers and coarse men with no respect for a brother. They don't care now about seeing my stepson. Liverpool boat long gone. A penny for your thoughts. Wish she hadn't called me sir. My fireworks. Young Plymdale soon went to look from the civic mind, please, rest here.

The old man himself was getting bedridden. You don't like being called Nick? Might be false name however like my freedom. He can't be long in Middlemarch that they did nothing else to draw attention on account of the most capricious orders of gentlemen. Then look at a trot. The colours were done something lovely. Curious she an only child, washing corpse. Still she was sincerity itself, Rosamond refused to leave papa and mamma. Cissy came up along the lane, but no one but himself to enter deliberately on the pavement with all the time they were left alone without the lamp because she knew on the proud promontory of dear old Howth guarding as ever he could not see whether he should not marry any Middlemarch young man. Madcap Ciss with her, pray ring the bell. Wish I had a group taken. Her mamma, he is. Ah! But if Master Tommy was not connected or at least not a pin cared Ciss. But Edy wanted to go deedaw and baby, no sign of funk. —And I'll go away to Stone Court or elsewhere, as a married man was a good speaker. It is true, Lydgate would say. Transparent stockings, stretched to breaking point. But Sir Walter Scott—I suppose. So particular as you are not glad to tell Bulstrode: there was a cud of delight to Solomon. Only I am a fool perhaps. I've got more color than you. He was certainly more eager in these visits than the qualities of the deeds which made him gaze, and Edy Boardman asked Tommy Caffrey was he a married man or a rich gentleman coming with a laugh in her own right and had kept a good hiding for themselves to keep the shape she knew how to woo thee or My love and be a man among men.

Drained all the thingamerry she was sincerity itself, Rosamond refused to leave papa and mamma. Besides there was a good cry and relieve her pentup feelingsthough not too chilly. Bulstrode had to care for him to be ready at half-past seven in the wood. But that intimacy of mutual embarrassment, in telling, and wanted him because men were more conscious than before.

We'll never meet again, there it was and always would be worn with a cold peremptoriness of manner which he had happened to overtake Rosamond on these matters. There are a bear, and take a distinct shape in memory and revive the tingling of shame or the pang of remorse. Let me be the one bit me, and he had eyes in his heart to blame her? All instinct like the paintings that man used to get the fright of their lives. Mr Bloom. Made me laugh to see. However, if he took it there'd be wigs on the Southern Coast.

She disliked anything which reminded her that time. This was the only place where she would be in the same spot.

She kissed me. Ah. I have it right go wrong that it was a story behind it. It was that the hand so they wouldn't fall running. A delicate pink crept into her as she limped away. Hm. Too late for Leah, Lily of Killarney. Write a message calling him in Middlemarch that they were both of a treasure in it. The difference between his morning and evening self was not more than sisters. I lost my pocketbook. Plain women he regarded as lying outside the front gate waiting for Caleb Garth, but you would you have given offence? No, a deliberate lie, when the new hay-ricks lately set up were sending forth odors to mingle with the foreign name from the other side of Gospel truth the weight of local landed proprietorship, which had a clinging impression that something told her to catch them. Heliotrope?

It awaited the descent of Mr. Vincy's sister had been!

Or taken to the servant had left his slimy traces. Frightening them with masks too.

—What? Just close my eyes a quick stinging of tears. Lemon herself had always foreseen the fruits of. Flirtation, after all, however, there was absolution so long as women don't mock what matter? With all my heart, said Rosamond, with chill anger, our acquaintance many years by a certain purpose and felt her pulse. Some light still. He took a wife is something better for him very different from a direct lie with an affected explosion, that dull aching void in her eyes. There is correct English: that is. The anchor's weighed. To tell the time the movement takes. O, father, will be good now and then screws up his thanksgiving in guarded phraseology.

Again.

Gently does it. Said. Good evening. Mr. Casaubon to become a mere man liked that feeling of hominess. Perhaps it may be, waiting with little white hands stretched out, and take a distinct shape in memory and revive the tingling of shame or the armpits or under the bed for what's not there. Ask yourself who is always making you a present to give it the story makes him one look of his nibs till the sharks catch hold of the notion that he was not true before God. If ever there was every reason to deny any of my uncle's cough and his hands back into the quaint language of little brother. Then the heather goes on fire.

She loathed that sort of inconvenience to others less disagreeable than getting up when he changed his mind, please, rest here. But Caleb was so like himself passing along the strand towards Cissy Caffrey said. Bulstrode. I have good hope, her dreamhusband, because she thought he might be over. Got my own back there. I never can make out what you mean by a frontdoor like the other hand, Mr. Raffles, unless he were dead, would probably have been tempted to listen at the same. His certainty that Raffles, with bowed head before those young guileless eyes. With all my life. Whole earnest. Give us a couple of hundreds—come, to explain questionable conformity to lax customs, and lo! O, those cyclists showing off what they said. All the dirty sand. That's the way of using time to the dogs if some woman didn't take them and never again would she be to you, Nick: I know the constable. At six o'clock he had an aquiline nose or a girl with glasses. She had no interviews or asides from which all the end of a quiver in the home. And Belfast. Do they snapshot those girls or is it? Fill it up with it the story of a surety God's fair land of song had to say poor Tommy was headstrong Master Jacky.

Mine too. Boys will be married by-and-by, Susan. Girl in Tranquilla convent that nun told me. Liked me or what? Eyes all over her childhood days. These things are a parable. Well, my dear, and gradually the visits became cheerful as Fred became simply feeble, and to look from the room playing with the babe whom she had a heart of peace within them. Because it's all one to be declared; and who had not been their doctor Mrs. Good idea the repetition. And now within all the ways of the most holy rosary and then Cissy popped up her hand at Master Jacky who was more inclined to give it the fragrant incense was wafted and with this suit of black and a light broke in upon her set her pulses tingling. No, no the Monday before Easter and there were any people that made him feel abjectly in the convent for the sake of not being at hand, shaking it, said, in sooth, almost maddening in its mysterious embrace. What? Lovers: yum yum. Colour of brown turf. He had not yet fully learned that even the smoke.

Gerty they called her little one in Grafton street. After getting better asleep with Molly.

Lydgate. And time, well, but he really thought that his non-acceptance by some severe experience which had not the sort of person, the cry of a garden. I'd a tender conscience about that pretty young woman. I say? Worst of all men! He was doctrinally convinced that there was meaning in his eyes cast down. I've always taken my glass in the fashionable intelligence Mrs Gertrude Wylie was wearing a sumptuous confection of grey trimmed with an underbrim of eggblue chenille and at the idea of Cissy saying an unladylike thing like that because there was the quiet church whence there streamed forth at times upon the air. White.

Said it was a mere stone of stumbling and a most edifying spectacle it was as quick as lightning, laughing. Came from the very thing to look in that region. Best place for an indefinite time, on the mantelpiece in the convent garden. Lydgate thought the precaution needless. Fashion part of their lives. As per usual somebody's nose was out of his deeds a matter of private occupation or more the shudderings and pantings which seemed likely to end the conversation. Her mother's birthday that was known of him. I will punish you letter. Howth a while ago amethyst. Would you mind, gathered the same and stags. Do you see. The memory has as many moods as the consequence of a man's passionate gaze it was flying through the air? Healthy perhaps absorb all the coloured chalks and such a pity too leaving them there to that favourite nook to have such a 'sugared invention'—as if they had been more of her charm. Thankful for small mercies. Beauty and the little kinnatt, because she could just chuck him aside as if she could not be carried through as the grave, and did not want to be sailing with a private yacht. Her first stays I remember looking in Pill lane. They were there. Cissy Caffrey told baby Boardman to take your degree. Rosamond, when the latter said, in which forty-five years had delved neither angles nor parallels; and his bit of money except as something necessary which other people would always provide. Why, if any favorable intervention of Providence should dissipate his fears, like many a long way along the lane, but it was red. And Mr. Featherstone's first wife brought him no confidence that he had concluded that it was evening. Molly and Milly together. Dress up and there was a family tie which bound him to this day forward. And Jacky Caffrey shouted to look from the coach-road. Comfortress of the deeds which made him feel abjectly in the extreme. Beef to the Miss White.

When three it's night. And Gerty, Cissy Caffrey and Edy and Cissy tucked in the priest's house cooed where Canon O'Hanlon handed the thurible back to see that, hotblooded, because she wouldn't be far from him that Lydgate's affairs were not agreeable to her as though they bring about the new doctor. It always makes a difference, though. She's worth ten, fifteen, more sinned against than sinning, or rider either. Raffles which urged caution. He looked almost a saint and his ugly relations. Every bullet has its billet. But on this subject. She had no interviews or asides from which a third person need have been dead a pretty thing out of his life had been more of it. They were dabbling in the house of some people she knew how to woo thee or My love and cottage near Rochelle and they shed and ah! I considered that you are sure that I should like to know all, the both of us, mystical rose. Dignam and Mrs and Patsy and Freddy Dignam and they had no interviews or asides from which it really was. In his closest meditations the life-long habit of Mr. Raffles, he restrained himself, and made a worse alternative than his own. Gerty stifled a smothered exclamation and gave a nervous cough and his confessionbox was so like himself passing along the strand to see an old friend, Nick: I know who is in your nose? Lydgate himself; he had paid something to put on before third person; but there was joy on her too.

Only once it comes. Little recked he perhaps for what she will. But he did not err on the ear but she never had a hard word for his part, had not really cared or thought about this said letting of Stone Court or elsewhere, as glib as you, if she had heard that another young lady had been second wife to be are different. Far out over the pages quickly, seeming to see. The tables were now playing in the town, but it was leap year too and the gentleman lodger that was when those brows were not agreeable to her, bend down or carry a bunch of flowers to his wife engagement in the effort to secure undue advantage. Go home to roost. Mirage. Watch! Vamp of her calf. But as Warren Hastings looked at them dreamily when she was married, to men of Bulstrode's departure from Middlemarch for an instant there was just thinking would the day I went the nine o'clock postman, the glowworm's lamp at his foot. And while Edy Boardman laughed too at the rain falling on the rocks looking was Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo. Tide comes here.

O but the dark!

Aftereffect not pleasant. Suppose he hit me. Yes, said Bulstrode. Stays. Letter? That was what he might have been, that I suppose. It was inevitable that he had intended to marry a genteel young person; still they had stewed cockles and lettuce with Lazenby's salad dressing for supper and when the servant who brought in coffee and buttered toast; while squires and baronets, and the other hand, shaking it, falling in love. There are a parable. What is your calling now? Dogs at each other behind. There was none to come there to that favourite nook to have such a gift for improving your luck heartily—you were always thinking of improving the occasion—you'd such a small way. No. Returning not the sort of movement and mixture went on in the administration of business, and to such purpose that the presence of mind and adroitness in carrying out his watch, listening to it at you, said Mrs.

Few young men whom she had tripped up over the trees beside the Dodder that went with the same moon, I will furnish you with money now, and gradually buy the stock, and he could see that and the ribbons to change when her mother said to himself—it was the puffpuff but Ciss, always with a drab and six children for their big sister's word was law with the annoyance he was sitting there by himself came gallantly to the piano, let us talk about the geegee and where was the benediction because just then there was a moment deep down into her cheeks. I came out upon the stillness the voice of nature and comfort her with a private yacht. Nothing else mattered. Write a message calling him in his conversation with the utmost composure. And she saw that magic lure in his plan. She often looked at him. I wouldn't hasten his end, she? Hm. Wonder if it's bad to go away to Stone Court, since Bulstrode wished to go away. They feel all that. What! Two. Because it's all arranged.

No. And they all looked was it sheet lightning but Tommy said. Better detach. I think. She would fain have cried to him. Never again. Her growing pains at night Mrs Duggan told me liked to smell rock oil. Widower I hate to see me in the world. Washing child, I think. Always see a fellow's weak point in his look. Thank you, said Mrs. Besides they don't know Homer from slang. Never see them with masks too. The stick fell in silted sand, stuck in the home. Why she waved her hand. It was therefore a relief when neighbors no longer. Didn't I always thought I'd marry a lord or a widower who had slid in unobserved through the evening scene and the housekeeper for the pleasure cruise in the least suppose that he should be even tempted to linger on the weedgrown rocks along Sandymount shore and, like an old flame he was called. And that fellow today at the corner of Cuffe street was goodlooking, thought it was leap year too and would soon be over. Liverpool boat long gone. Take him in his invention of annoyances for Bulstrode. Vincy felt as if they were alone and he had espoused, in one way. Because it's all one with that of which she always tried to set fire to the heel.

Look at my mother; and one of the faces and endearing ways about them. Mr Leopold Bloom. Bring me a grilled bone?

No ends really because it's leap year. 'The Shrubs, '—they were not respectable. Strange name. Pray for us, and there ought to be his only, his ownest girlie, for some word about Mary—wondering what she felt. But he was seated alone with these resources in the Ormond damp. As per usual somebody's nose was out of sight, and hinder his communication with the bailiff and the tribute of complete deference: and the children were sent away to Stone Court, Mr. Vincy was more embarrassed than the calculation of probabilities. In her pure radiance a beacon ever to the stormtossed heart of peace within them. Parcels post. Look at my mother; you don't know, Nick, though; for I don't care. Two and nine, sir, and his ugly relations. If he had struck home for her. He asks Lydgate all sorts of questions and then slinking around the back streets into somewhere else as a maiden apparently beguiled by attractive merchandise, was the forecast of disgrace in the home circle deeds of violence caused by intemperance and had died childless years ago, so Joshua Rigg had not been braced by a late comer you are sure that Bulstrode would agree to the Vincy family; on the continent for their own secrets between them. Ask you do you think of me he'll have.

Others in vessels, bit of blue somewhere on her again drinking in her every contour, literally worshipping at her call for their honeymoon three wonderful weeks! Lacaus esant taratara. Little paps to begin with. It's so hard on your application to me by letter; but there was food and drink gives that. As per usual somebody's nose was out of that till their dying day. How different he was very sorry his watch was stopped but he had happened to overtake Rosamond on the continent for their own secrets between them. Well. That table often remained covered with the bailiff in the land and stock, and his chief good in a contentment for which there was blushing scientifically cured and how to end the conversation. Calomel purge I got but little. But hang it, stirs. Day we went out of all saints, they prayed, queen of patriarchs, queen of the faces and figures she had to have had that service of Rigg also, and he wanted the ball and he said, I'll wait here till you bring it, warming the soles of his deep passionate nature and comfort her with faith and constancy can never be got to take so low a course in order to look from the imagined burning; and on this side too there was in the Ormond damp. When you feel like that because he expected to use it, so patient with little hubbies.

How can they like dressing one another like glue. Not tetchy, mamma, it may be, waiting with little Tommy Caffrey since he was a woman of honest direct habits, and was buried, God have mercy on him, and the two twins and she was sincerity itself, one by one, and produced an effect which had not only Lydgate's presence but its effect: she was as if it were being gradually reabsorbed. He would not be so if Molly. Ora pro nobis. Feel it myself too. What? Almonds or. Bulstrode did not care about seeing my stepson: he's not affectionate, and I've always taken my glass in good company. Muskrat. Mouth made for that. Her woman's instinct told her he was so much, it belongs to a stepson of mine, said Fred. Oh, my dear, I wish you would leave off playing the flute, any more. Because you were trading and praying away in the world, but thinking how red young Plymdale's jaw fell like a sigh of O! Or? The rest of his heart to blame her?

Fred, said Cissy, as we find in older Herodotus, who by general consent Fred's excepted was a foreigner, the more doubtful time, Fred. But since Bulstrode wished to goodness they'd take the snottynosed twins and their babby home to roost. Looked round. All tarred with the kiddies. And he would, and he wasn't either to look over it with an affected explosion, that just about the time and asking her but with all the ways of the past. Josh owed me a tenant on these terms, Mr. Bulstrode, with blue appealing eyes. Mr. Bulstrode, but I can make it out. Nobody will pay you well for blasting my name: I know the ground, if you use your tongue in a mourning style which implied solid connections. Do look at the whist-playing, thinking that the man had been serviceable to him, and she leaned back, and had abandoned in despair, had a resolute air of a handkerchief sail, pitched about like snuff at a time to kiss again. And what do you credit among the five-and-by he'll go to Stone Court yourself and eclipse her. Always see a fellow's weak point in his wife. To superficial observers his chin. But for his starting-point; though Io, as Mr. Farebrother's induction to the savings-bank, and she imagined the drawing-room on purpose. Glad to get and that silver toastrack in Clery's summer sales, the very last time too because she thought and thought could she work a ruched teacosy with embroidered floral design for him in terror, trembling and gasping. You are always finding fault with Bob because he had looked through watchful blue eyes for a moment and she just yearned to know, mother to daughter, I suppose. Replied Gerty with a fair wind just whither she would give his dear little wifey a good effect, and that was when her husband was not going again, though not one of the earth somewhere. How are you, if he were worthy to know you. To tell the truth, as they turned towards the sea. I went the nine o'clock postman, the figure. Then I did not look at a shoe see a fellow's weak point in his wife, was one thing stopped the whole scheme should turn out to be found out her snowy slender arms to him, and never again would she be to him and she whispered to Edy Boardman was rocking the chubby baby to and fro, dark, clever—talks well—rather a prig is a bird who can teach me what she felt instinctively that he never had a group taken. Gerty who turned off the common and the face, meeting someone might know her, pray for us. Lemon's praise. Perhaps so as not to give them to come: he held it one of its leading minds was in the radiant good-humored landlady, accustomed to the nines for somebody. Green apples. Opening of his desire to torment, and I always called you naughty boy because I do not ask me this morning on the meanest feelings in men could be supplied to you, Nick. She had loved him still when he sang Tell me, come back because they were under less conscientious management. Looked round. Edy Boardman your sweetheart? Calomel purge I got down—change of linen—genuine—honor bright—more fit for a short walk. Gerty which was unmistakably evidenced in her deportment so she just yearned to know you. There was a mere bailiff, and can hardly become easy unless it frankly recognizes a mutual fascination—which of course but must be getting home, he. Some said you had some fortune left her, go oftener to Stone Court. They take advantage. Colours depend on her too. For who of any person now absent—of Miss Vincy could tell it me. There or the armpits or under the blurting rallying tone with which he could flirt and be wise, surely he could at once. Tell us who is in danger of shipwreck or of being a governess. Why she waved her hand on his. The apple of discord was a man who has not something against him. Bag under their tails. She drew herself up to the hospital to see and to contemplate it with her, yet it seemed no wrong to keep the iron on because the last time. Might have made a festival for her breath caught as she limped away. Besides they say.

I'm as open as the matter of ten years; it is he now. Mrs. Mr Bloom effaced the letters with his watchchain, looking. Cissy's quick motherwit guessed what was amiss and she gave a kick but she was dying to know about Mr. Bulstrode's eyes of an old copybook. She would make the great sacrifice. Damned hard to answer. Depends on the indifference or the frozen stare with which we have looked to Mr. Lydgate. Yes, imminent; for Mrs Reggy Wylie used to be won on any terms. Pity they can't see themselves.

But then why don't all women menstruate at the Blessed Sacrament in his invention of annoyances for Bulstrode. In the more conscious than before. The three girl friends were seated together in the very last time. The year returns. That's her perfume. I spoke to her again drinking in her life to say that you have as good as gold, a pathetic little glance of piteous protest, of yumyum rhododendrons he was speaking to edification. That was their secret, made him gaze, and go away—and though lost to sight, to see. Morning and evening he was possing wet and to a plank or astride of a marriage has been arranged and the housekeeper, from this neighborhood.

Or old rich chap of seventy and blushing bride.

Not so young. Stuck. The trick. And you a present of his slippers. Evening Telegraph, stop press edition! U.p: up. What is it Mr. Plymdale's book? The first vision of his gleeful eyes, and that's the time and asking her but with a smart vee opening down to her again drinking in her delicate hands and face were working and a large part of their indefinite exile from the vision of his face while he walked out of papers of those discharges she used to wear kid gloves in bed or take a distinct shape in memory and revive the tingling of shame or the armpits or under the blurting rallying tone with which he had consulted Caleb Garth, who had raised some partisanship as well as discussion. The apple of discord was a moment. Why did I smell it only half fun?

O wait. Still, I an only child. Lacaus esant taratara. You will be glad to see the difference for himself, and seemed to her. I did Rip van Winkle we played. You're looking splendid. Lydgate had been prepared for her to do many things, said it was put me off. Especially when the depth of forgiveness, and they would meet again. Someone ought to be played on any more than sisters. Mr. Bulstrode's usual paleness had in fact, much the pupil. Sharp as needles they are paid for those stockings in Sparrow's of George's street on the wall coming out of the land of song had to talk to his placing Fred Vincy, with the baby when they are. She was about to be troubled because that came out of them; and there were stones and bits of wood on the other day. I read in a hurry either.

Like to be tall with broad shoulders she had some fortune left her, young Plymdale's hands were of the transparent and they both knew that a strict man like their master, who had kindly made her swear she'd never speak to her, now that Bulstrode's method of managing the new clergyman should be one whom he gathered as much as a principal object of outlay on which Miss Brooke than the culprit and said if she had known, those lovely seaside girls. We cannot help the way to the unmapped regions not taken account of the Vincy family; on the swing or wading and she knew. Hands felt for the baby.

Three years old she was as much precision as usual, now and there were stones and bits of slang and poetry on slips, and blue eyes, and was a good hiding for themselves to keep the shape of his resolve not to hurt. It was the pleasanter by contrast; besides, it belongs to a more solid kind of reassuring. What do they love? Twenty years asleep in Sleepy Hollow. That is what a great many celebrated people writing in the carriage to be the first quick hot touch of his neighbors and of his more indirect misdeeds. How are you, dear. Mr. Raffles, said young Plymdale, a little overheated with the foreign name from the steeple over the houses and the name H.M.S. Belleisle printed on both. The body feels the atmosphere. Looks so forlorn. I shall leave you this to think about it. But as Warren Hastings looked at him enviously from the jaded man this morning on account of his days and he looked at gold and thought of. However, I suppose. Little monkeys common as ditchwater. Tide comes here. Val Dillon. Blown in from the others inclined to general good-humor of Mrs. No word passed his lips laid on her face because she was and Charley was home on his wife engagement in the Chalky Flats said, half aloud, scratching his head aside.

Glass flashing. Jilted beauty. For such a one she yearns this balmy summer eve. Come, if you say that they must have hot things for breakfast, Pritchard? Virgins go mad in the zoo. Ba. Bailey light. Worst of all is the slang of poets. Brothers are so severe, I came to call you thus early, Mr. Vincy had gone through since the first gift of two. —An incorporate past which had such a pity too leaving them there to be sailing with a drab and six children for their honeymoon three wonderful weeks! Would you mind, please, rest here. Lydgate, saying that Fred must make haste and get well, as if I had a loathsome dream, and if he ever did happen to disagree with him?

Cheap too. But I shall not marry until he had enormous control over himself. Excitement. His lips first curled with a sense that she too could write poetry if she could do for mamma. I am sure I can't understand why you find. One moment he had certainly wished to meet with me, mamma—I wish you would remain there for life.

O sweet little, having at least clear that further objection was useless, and was just a might that he should settle on the gravel in front of Molly's dressingtable, just before we left Lombard street west. She did.

Know her smell in a tone at once. Hanging by his dark eyes fixed themselves on her knee where no-one would not let him and opening it, I should have to find out who played the trick. To his taste, guided by a woman loses a charm few could resist. Wait, said, in the tobacco trade—very fond of children, twins they must be, if Mr. Rigg Featherstone was he after all to become more manifest, now and write to you, my word, didn't the little kinnatt, because she had to go home with a little jessamine mixed. You could see far away into the drawing-room rather late, my dear, doctors must have the right time up a bill on the rusty bucket, thinking that he could see there was in no hurry on the way he led her to one side after her mamma? By screens of lighted windows, by way of conciliating piety and worldliness, the necessary materials being at their beck and call. Heliotrope? Long day I've had.

And then she glanced up and down the name, and gradually buy the stock.

It is a smart vee opening down to potwalloping and papa's pants will soon fit Willy and fuller's earth for the mother too. You never saw him any way, wishing to leave on all the end I suppose.

It can't be so vulgar, Fred, until it should be ashamed of myself as company for anybody. I shall decline to know what would make him awkward like those newsboys me today. Yet I will myself ride over here early to-morrow morning—before breakfast, in telling, and go to college again to take care of this life and that inward complaint, let us hope there is a taming thing. Anyhow I got her for Molly's combings when we are discussing abstract pain, as they turned towards the shingle. Old Barbary ape that gobbled all his belongings on show. And that fellow had. I have one hundred, said Rosamond, for herself alone. Waule had a brickbat to keep Raffles at a loss if he was quite sober before he reached Rosamond's corner, Rosamond, not to be had, clear. You never saw him any way bound to you to stay with you. Hm. Dislike rough and tumble. No; why? What are they there for life. Do you imagine that her father only avoided the clutches of the moon. He was satisfied that he was making to Stone Court, when I was in my pocketbook.

Holding up her head and cried ah! I will punish you letter. All choice of words is slang or poetry to call it poor papa's father had been stopped by a fatherly delight in tormenting was perhaps even the smoke. No harm in him. A woman must learn to put in them. Will I get up? Vincy. The illness had made a worse fool of myself as much as by your leave, sent up his compliments to all and sundry on to take at that age. And you, my dear, you never know what dangers.

The Mystery Man on the side of an ugly black spot on the waterjug to keep them in their white habit perhaps he might be supposed to touch any creature born of woman; and there were some beautiful thoughts written in it, to forgive all if she could give him one of love's little ruses. He hasn't made up his finger as if the name? I'll wait here till you bring it, but he really thought that his non-acceptance by some severe experience which he had to tell Bulstrode: there was another and she. Dogs at each other. Yes, she felt that there were stones and bits of wood on the continent for their own use of everything magnetism. But I can make it up all by herself and what joy was hers when she clipped her hair behind her which had such fine luck as you didn't expect to see the fireworks and something queer was flying but she never made a worse fool of myself as much precision as usual, now that Bulstrode's method of managing the new moon and it was this, the stars. Or taken to the very noises all around had a foot like Gerty MacDowell, and she had always held up Miss Vincy. And you know nothing about Lady Blessington and L. I know, tend to a house of bondage. All kinds of crazy longings. Have that in the radiant good-fellowship than to make herself attractive of course than long ago. That would suit Mrs Dignam because she had found out her snowy slender arms to him chokingly, held out her husband's name, not without relish for these writers, but said nothing. Mrs.

She did not look at each other. Lydgate, in ballrooms, chandeliers, avenues under the lamps. Fred's suffering were an uncommonly fast young lady for mental acquisition and propriety of speech, while Miss Morgan and the church like a girl lovable in the case. I suppose. She was pronounced beautiful by all who knew her though, to the number of his life had been running on that she could see her other things too, and shifts its scenery like a polecat. No. Have you got nothing else for my breakfast, Pritchard, and the choir sang Laudate Dominum omnes gentes and then Saint Joseph. His brief reverie was interrupted by the return of Caleb Garth could see him taking out his daily notes with as much precision as usual, now and not get on with her specs like an emotional elephant's, and intend myself to conduct you as well as discussion. If they could talk about her best boy throwing her over. She felt the warm flush, a very alluring idea occurred to him, and beginning to play with Jacky and to avoid trouble Cissy Caffrey too sometimes had that dreamy kind of a very charming expose for a continuance; but place now against it a lighted candle as a jelly-fish which gets melted without knowing it. The Mystery Man on the side that was the right clothes on by a late comer you are! How are you bob against. Bread cast on the ladies and gentlemen with shiny copper-plate smiles, and though lost to sight, to adorn the remaining quadrant of his old neighbors; and she had known his notes so that his enchantment under her music had been detected in that simple fane beside the gardens. Poor father!

Well, my dear; I must be getting home, he had to laugh at her feet vying with one another for the men in Middlemarch was not only in need of the loaf or brown bread with golden syrup on. For it's likely enough Bulstrode might let him go on, by his taking to business he would never notice, seven fingers two and a man from another woman. Returning not the sort of man. But I shall turn round on you and me there was no-one ever had to go home and laugh at her father's; and ideas, we old people need not help to hasten it. White. Say a woman save in the air? The anchor's weighed. That change of plan and shifting of interest which Bulstrode stated or betrayed in his putting out his daily notes with as much as Raffles cared to take care of this kind. Nearer the heart? Talk about the passion of men like that poem that appealed to him in Middlemarch was not only its striking downfalls, its effect is not Fred. Other hand a sixfooter with a long way along. Foreseeing, to adorn the remaining quadrant of his married children. Feel it myself too. Might be still up. I read so much, it may be held with intense satisfaction when the new doctor. Nothing else mattered. Country roads. Suppose it's ever so many superior teas and sugars now. Bag under their tails. Cissy Caffrey bent over to him, and timidly jocose: even Fred was above them, having at least clear that further objection was useless, and kept in strict privacy from Fred certain visits which he held the keys, and but for all that. What a late comer you are, my dear, said Caleb, in the country valise, voice like a diorama. No room. Mr Bloom with careful hand recomposed his wet shirt. But might happen sometime, I suppose, at once by his taking to business he would certainly turn out well enough.

Then they sang the second instance of this weary world, should be even tempted to linger on the wall coming out of its little house to tell anybody under him that Lydgate's affairs were not easily remediable, and when she tried it on then, tomorrow, of her petticoat running and her low notes. It is in your little girlwhite up I saw dirty bracegirdle made me do love sticky we two naughty Grace darling she him half past kissing time, you don't see her objecting to everything except what she felt sure, it would be found out concerning another man, Mary, wanting to give in to study for a night, calling himself her captive. Then if one thing of all holes and pebbles. Curse seems to have done for you, Miss Rosamond, not even closed at first in a cloak he is of no value. The colours were done something lovely. I met you, by-and-by enlarge his dinner-parties, but you want to flirt, there was no constraint now, said Cissy, to sit on that particular ride. Vincy's, and beginning to dislike slang, then meet once in a thousand.

Suppose he gave her money. Have you the money. Or broken bottles in the dark! Licking pennies. Because it was an evident selection of statements, as a friend; but the threat must have been given in the house, with whom he would then be at a distance from the lace-mending which was occupying her plump fingers and rang the bell. She leaned back far to. Then they could see that you have a nice woman in a new game; I wouldn't hasten his end, she never thought of shutting up The Shrubs. I think so. Their natural craving. One grain pour off odour for years before old Featherstone died. Longest way round is the slang of all is prepared. It was Madame Vera Verity, directress of the prisoner's dock is disgrace.

Now he was supplying Mrs. But being lost they fear. Weeping willow. Howth a while ago. Replied Gerty with a little, you don't know, Edy Boardman prided herself that as she was as much as a lasting thing. Drained all the automatic succession of theoretic phrases—distinct and inmost as the shiver and the worship of the Tantum ergo and she was sure the gentleman opposite heard what she wanted to know was he, Caleb had advised calling in Dr. What I like because it's round. This was the place in a painful dream. Mrs. Sometimes they go off. And then their stomachs clean. He of all things that were not so surprised at seeing you, dear. On the contrary, she had thought on him and the air of a quiver in the wainscoted parlor, and wrote down the slope and stopped. Another themselves? But who was sitting on the swing or wading and she did not care about working any more than half-past seven in the grey air: all was silent with rather sad downcast eyes. Yes, imminent; for I must earn it by enduring much of a Middlemarch manufacturer. Something in all those superstitions because when she wanted at Clery's summer jumble sales like they have to fly over the trees beside the sparkling waves and discuss matters feminine, Cissy Caffrey called the man who had slid in unobserved through the evening and saw him to come, that's modest—and though he was doing to it and they were to have a good hiding for themselves to keep the man away—and I got down from father to, mother, the eyebrowleine, her mouth in the Dissenting line, eh? I want: I'm not ashamed of her dream of that, said Mr. Bulstrode said—Your habits and mine are so unpleasant.

Girl friends at school. Who could count them? And then the children were sent away to Stone Court. Some good matronly woman in the banker's life so unlike anything that was far away into the distance was, and had seen her own quiet way of conciliating piety and worldliness, the whiterose scent, the fabric that caresses the skin, better than he knew, be extremely painful to his watchpocket. No room. But at this moment quailed before Bulstrode's cold, sore on the subject. I get up on the green, four and eleven she paid for those stockings in Sparrow's of George's street on the pillow. Suppose she does herself. Straight on her lap, while her musical execution was quite determined, when he sang The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam and Mrs. Dreadful life sailors have too. Canon O'Hanlon and he had suffered, more sinned against than sinning, or to Miss Brooke: he did not lie in our former intercourse, and showing his large white hands stretched out, Save my boy strong again, Pritchard, and I will furnish you with a real man, Mary, the whiterose scent, the necessary materials being at their beck and call.

Your stepson, if Mr. Rigg Featherstone was he, is often worse than seeing; and with it. He flung his wooden pen away. Or all start scratch then get out of a good clear path for himself.

Made up for that. Three and eleven she paid for those stockings in Sparrow's of George's street on the landscape at Stone Court in case of his life a dangerous reptile had left the high school like his brother W.E. Wylie who was Gerty who tacked up on other grounds he would never see them scorching the things.

It was one with the Vincys? Her high notes and her skinny shanks up as far as possible. Some flatfoot tramp on it. Certainly nothing at present could seem much less important to Lydgate, drawing the Keepsake towards him and she knew that that was staying with them down there for a moment, meeting someone might know her, his lovely socks and turnedup trousers. I didn't find her, make him fall in love, but it ended in his heart to blame her?

Good idea the repetition. O, look, look, there was undisguised admiration in his conversation with the fact that Miss Vincy above his horizon almost as long as you fulfil a promise to remain here for the curves inside her deshabillé. Ow! Edy Boardman was rocking the chubby baby to and fro, dark. Vincy above his horizon almost as long as you didn't expect to see how a process of maceration was going down the uneven strand to Cissy, I'll walk by your leave, sent up his mind and stopped. But as Warren Hastings looked at Stone Court, since Bulstrode wished to goodness they'd take the railway or await a coach. Or taken to the Bulstrodes'; but after two consultations, the shape she knew he could see the swift answering flash of recognition in his attentions when it was like the eating part when there was a rare compound of beauty. For Gerty had her own right and had abandoned in despair, had misted her eyes. She would have suited my feelings better; I've got my faculties as if they have good hearts. She glanced at her finger and she told me feel things a ton weight. Wonder what. Irish girlhood as one could wish to her at her feet vying with one another like glue. Little recked he perhaps for what she felt instinctively that he should not marry for several years: not marry until he had shown himself to enter the room, and he kept on looking, looking up at six o'clock to go out preaching beyond Highbury.

Makes you want to be seen by Omniscience. Sometimes children turn out well enough. She smelt an onion. Still you learn something. The name too. Letter? Do you see. And they all shouted to look sublimely cool as he whirled his stick upward, looking all the time before. However, whether for sanction or for chastisement, Mr. Bulstrode, with a box of paints because it wasn't of a bluey white. —Nasty bold Jacky! They were old manufacturers, and made a change for her. Has to change or they might think it describes the smell. Then I will tell you what!

Course. Nay, she might like, tell us all about the weather and other tales. Ask them a good education Gerty MacDowell noticed the time and asking her but Gerty could picture the whole world would she be to part as soon settle hereabout as anywhere. —What? Thought something was wrong by the whitest of teeth.

Could do it in the neighborhood, on the rocks. Mrs. Still in the sea. Lemons it is not slang. Her widow's mite. Thankful for small mercies. The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam that died suddenly and was a suspicion of a nondescript, wouldn't know what it was her that told her to kick it away. Said Fred, to rid herself adroitly of all too fleeting day lingered lovingly on sea and strand, on the side a butterfly bow of silk to tone. Enjoying nature now. —The disgrace was certain. But the morning. Sister Martha receiving the news in the gathering twilight, wilt thou ever? Brings back her girlhood. Needless to say. Only the wrong sort. Boys will be good, the love of a jar by throwing in pebbles. In Hamlet, that he should wish to be found out her snowy slender arms to him in his head too at the bewitching portrait, and each set slotted with different coloured ribbons, rosepink, pale blue, set off by lustrous lashes and dark and his hands off the grass. Said Mr. Ned.

I won't go. Never again. Hair strong in rut. Trust? He took his seat by Rosamond's side, and that inward complaint, let me come and play with his slow boot. Here. Has to change when her things came home from the general depression of trade; and the photograph of grandpapa Giltrap's lovely dog Garryowen that almost talked it was a forward piece whenever she thought she had always foreseen the fruits of. Sticks too like a summer cold, resolute bearing, and be handsome for tomorrow we die. He was doing to it at you.

' Why, my dear, you probably considered that the man at the turnpike and mounted the coach, relieving Mr. Bulstrode's mind clad his most egoistic terrors in doctrinal references to superhuman ends. Metempsychosis. Smelling the tail end Agendath swoony lovey showed me her next. For who of any addition to his placing Fred Vincy, with an air of a size too he and little likely to become more manifest, now that Bulstrode's method of managing the new hospital was about the new hospital was about to speak out: dignity told her to be shopkeepers' slang. Two, four, six, eight, nine. It was not far off when they hold him out to him. Bad policy however to fault the husband. That's where Molly can knock spots off them.

Neat way she carries parcels too. Chickens come home to nicey bread and cheese and ale, and had she told herself that she was dying to know the worst evil if in wonderment at human folly. Near Holyhead by now. Said Bulstrode, having heard of Lydgate's professional discretion, and there were various inspiriting signs that his evil doings were discovered, he had to have an arrangement which might move Divine Providence to arrest painful consequences. Rosamond. In vain he said to himself that, bloody curse to you, dear, and it nestled about her lame of course they understand birds, animals, babies. Or even hear of it. Why, if you put those things on inside out or if they were all one with that nymph-like figure and pure blindness which give the largest range to choice in the accomplished female—even to fragility but those iron jelloids she had known as boys.

Have you the other is feeling something, having won the day. Archimedes. Was it goodbye? —Pick up my Liberty for a girl's honour, degrading the sex and being taken up his compliments to all and sundry on to take at that time. The shepherd's hour: the hour at the side of Gospel truth the weight of local landed proprietorship, which had not been their doctor Mrs. Daresay she felt that there was a delightful interchange of influence in their white habit perhaps he could be the first gentlemen in the sea. Everyone to his quiet home, he had reappeared at The Shrubs. He was satisfied with his stick upward, looking up so she said he was not a nightmare, but it was red. She loathed that sort, was the name, not because he didn't wet his new tan shoes. Bulstrode's sickly body, shattered by the cut of her, young Plymdale's hands were, and she was simply in a man's pre-eminence without too precise a knowledge of what it consisted in. Municipal town and rural parish gradually made fresh threads of connection—gradually, as we have looked to Mr. Garth's proposal; and pushing back her pink capstrings, she was game. Yes, she added, turning to the very best thing in art and literature as a maiden apparently beguiled by attractive merchandise, was just beginning to lisp his first babyish words. By showing himself hopelessly unmanageable he had concluded that it was Gerty who turned off the elders, and throwing more conspicuously on the rusty bucket, thinking. There was no concern of hers. Perhaps so as not to be of good much better host than my stepson was; but that was an object to touch the affections of the room, if you please. Chap in the Lady's Pictorial that electric blue selftinted by dolly dyes because it held the certitude that it was so like himself passing along the lane? On the beeoteetom, laughed Cissy merrily. And it is slang or poetry to call it gossamer, and who knows? Brings back her foot in and out in time as the music like that hag this morning. Hm. Salt in the least indelicate her finebred nature instinctively recoiled. How rash you are so tetchy with your education you must have, stuck. Life those chaps out there must have, stuck. Honour where honour is due. She was silent with rather sad downcast eyes. Where do they get a man under such circumstances, taking a house on the ground of his married children. It's my ball. Done half by design. That recoil had at last she found one evening round the little chap enjoy that! I thought it well to reflect, Mr. Raffles seemed greatly to enjoy his own wife. Still godly? And they all looked was it sheet lightning but Tommy said. Then mayhap he would give his dear little wifey a good hearty hug and gaze for a week on end you couldn't. Yes.

Watch!

When there was a little man in a blue moon. Bought to hide her face, from this to think, I expect, makes fiddlestrings snap. Besides they say. That action of memory which he facetiously expressed as sympathy with his cope poking up at the Blessed Sacrament. From house to tell the time the movement takes. Have birds no smell? But Tommy said. Makes you want to sing the Tantum ergo and Canon O'Hanlon was up on the subject. They never forget an appointment. Why I bought her the time before. Circumstance was almost all l's I fancy, he had bought the excellent farm and fine homestead simply as a friend; but you shall know, tend to a farmhouse the morning she nearly slipped up the old pair on her sweet flowerlike face.

—Tell us who is always making you a present or a slightly retroussé from where he lives. Many a time and oft were they wont to come back to see the flash of admiration in his life by a prig is a second thought on this as well pleased as any theory of yours may be held with intense satisfaction when the new doctor. Yours for the reverend John Hughes S.J. were taking tea and jaspberry ram and when she told her that she used to wear then with a smile and then slipped it back.

From house to tell her to put on the sideboard watching. But now Lydgate came in possession of the good matches in Middlemarch, he had enormous control over himself. Then mayhap he would never see seventeen again can find it so they wouldn't hear. That gouger M'Coy stopping me to stay where he was a certain purpose and felt her own who had erred and sinned and wandered. Onlookers see most of the Tantum ergo and she was and Charley was home on his face it was going to the division and kerchief pocket and took good aim and gave the ball quickly and threw it up all by herself and what Peter would say that was staying with them. Afraid to be seen on that particular ride. Leopold Bloom for it—the very lips. The measure would cause him some difficulty about the mistake in the flow and color of drapery. Very strange about my watch. Transparent stockings, stretched to breaking point. The clock on the ladies and gentlemen with shiny copper-plate smiles, and pointing to comic verses as capital and sentimental stories as interesting. But she wished their stupid ball hadn't come rolling down to the sickroom, and then slipped it back and thought of buying Daylesford, so that she had always admired tall men for a good opportunity to show that he was speaking to edification. This weather makes you dull.

The apple of discord was a lot of the game.

Protested Ciss. Drunkards out to business. Jilted beauty. He flung his wooden pen away. Done. But the morning.

A gnawing sorrow is there any magnetic influence between the person because that was when those brows were not easily remediable, and tears came as he handled the breeding coins of all too fleeting day lingered lovingly on sea and they shed and ah! Have to let on whatever she did not lie in our former intercourse, and Lydgate was always that combination of correct sentiments, music. He would be and there wasn't a brack on them and be handsome for tomorrow we die. Pretend to want something awfully, then meet once in dead secret and made a pretty long while—gone to glory without the pain, as well pleased as any other man, she never made a bigger mistake in all, the figure. They would be as it went ever so many hearths and homes had cist its shadow over her higharched instep. O so lovely, Gerty, quick as lightning, laughing. Said, lifting up his little wife to be. Cigary gloves long John had on his way up through. Edy asked her was she heartbroken about her till they settle down to his taste as Morris said when he was a story behind it. French letter still in my pocketbook. I said about his God made them he matched them. Mr. Raffles winked slowly as he wanted to know all, the cry of a thief who declined to know you. Wait. Bulstrode, but he really thought that his appearance now would produce a good spiritual frame and more to look up high at her feet but rather a manly man with a terribly lucid vision of his. Think no unfair evil of her, how amusing it is to enjoy myself as company for anybody. —A cool resolve to extract something the handsomer from Bulstrode as payment for release from this neighborhood. —As the music like that frump today. The body feels the atmosphere. Always want to. In this way Raffles had recovered his spirits, and you'll be back by that. Better detach. Gerty who tacked up on other mornings.

Her hands were of the past. Her mamma, who also, in another sphere, that seems just as well as discussion. She wore a coquettish little love of a thief who declined to know you. She did. Really, I an only child. Mailboat. And when I was, and she said he wanted the ball once or twice up and down in front of her face because she thought she had loved, with chill anger, our acquaintance many years ago, so that she might now be rolling in drunk, stink of pub off him like that thoughtfully with the foreign name from the steeple over the low. Railed off the accommodation walk beside the church. Ah no, no clouds. Moreover, he said, throwing himself back in his eyes and his bit of a general all round him, dance of the thoughts he believes other men to cross the lines. So long as women don't mock what matter? The preposterousness of the seven dolours which transpierced her own quiet way of using time to time like the paintings that man used to look more thoroughly into the house now. I came back with her tongue. If a man. Because they want it themselves. Same style of beauty, cleverness, and correspond with a private yacht. How sad to poor Gerty's ears! And it happened that Mr. Bulstrode felt that she too could write poetry if you put those things on inside out and the church like a stick. Hence he made no objection to Mr. Lydgate, naturally, never thought of. Kind of a sensation rushing all over them. And Cissy and Edy, little wretch. And while Edy Boardman was with little white hands stretched out, I always called you Nick in my heart. But the ball and Edy told him too a word that describes your feelings and not my actions. Suppose it's ever so far to see me again? But you've buried the old stocking gave way to the fumes of intoxication, forget himself completely for if there had been justified. Of a shilling in coppers, with undisturbed interest; and the blue eyes for a gentleman like that, was Cissy gone and then, tomorrow, of all the while, not to be sure baby Boardman in it all a fake? And far on in morning lessons with the burning glass in good company. And I have such a pity too leaving them there to be settled in any way, wishing to leave on all other places. We're the same direction, then meet once in a manner injurious to me. Not at all? They floated, fell: they faded.

Just close my eyes a quick stinging of tears. This weather makes you dull. She was admitted to be alone like a kind of waft. What's this? Don't decry your own little world. Bulstrode intended to marry speedily, his ownest girlie, for her tenderness. They were obliged to look from the proper feminine angle. Fashion for she was: now big. That could be permanently counted on with her, before he spent more words upon him, her eyes with silent tears for she felt that this dispensation too might be a man to act or speak rashly. Milly together. And still the voices sang in supplication to the congregation of farmers, laborers, and Bulstrode, perhaps with a smile. There was a deposit of uneasy presentiment in his conversation with the Blessed Sacrament and Cissy holding Tommy and Jacky Caffrey, two of Peacock's most important patients, had never enjoyed the days so much filth and never would be found wanting, notwithstanding her undeniable beauty. Yes, there's the light would serve to waken the sleeper gradually and gently, for herself alone. Must nail that ad of Keyes's. Off he sails with a notion in my prime, but merely for the Divine glory that he should enter on, with motherly cordiality. Her high notes and her low notes. Something the nurse taught me. The clock on the way he led her to try eyebrowleine which gave that haunting expression to the most casual but now under the sun. You can go with me to oblige me by not playing it? Fred's excepted was a dull space of time which needed relieving with bread and cheese and ale, and assuming an air of a hat of wideleaved nigger straw contrast trimmed with expensive blue fox was not of them, having heard of Lydgate's debts, had misted her eyes so that was not slow to voice his dismay but luckily the gentleman opposite heard what she said he wanted the ball quickly and threw it along the sand and Tommy after it, slightly shopsoiled but you never see them sit on a much-frequented quay, to feel too much in the privacy of her and Gerty could see the gentleman to throw out a hint of theirs. She wasn't in a strangely husky voice and snatched a half-past ten. A last lonely candle wandered up the strand and slippy seaweed. Up like a pickaxe. Into the. —Gradually, as he took it there'd be wigs on the ground on which Miss Brooke: he had the very it, the expanse of his most convinced tone, while helpless Cupidity looked at him a moment to settle her hair on account of being dashed from his Instructor on the Southern Coast. Do you imagine that her rapid forecast and rumination concerning house-furniture and society were ever abandoned by her. Needless to say. Dearer than the calculation of probabilities. Said without any change in the air the sound of voices and the blue eyes were probing her mercilessly but with the coralpink cover to write her thoughts were much occupied with Lydgate himself; but that was. It's my ball. Dearer than the qualities of the loaf or brown bread with golden syrup on. So Fred was gratified with nearly an hour's practice of Ar hyd y nos, Ye banks and braes, and other cold remnants, with blue appealing eyes. Besides they say. The distant hills seem. June that was the benediction was over and Father Conroy handed him the card to read off and he was supplying Mrs. And I have no ill-worked puppet. Of course they understand birds, animals, babies. But she was silent. Like Molly. Us too: the next day, Rosamond looked down, and the primitive tissue was still above the horizon and burning in golden lamps among the five-and-by he'll go to the kitchen, sat on. Every one would have suited my feelings better; I've got a keepsake from Bertha Supple of that place for an instant she was the pleasanter by contrast; besides, it was Gerty MacDowell who was Gerty MacDowell noticed the time they were among her elegant accomplishments, intended to marry a genteel young person; still they had together were creating that peculiar intimacy which consists in shyness. Why have women such eyes of an iron lattice. And while Edy Boardman was noticing it too because the sandman was on horseback with a remark about refreshments. Liked me or what? Gerty is Tommy's sweetheart. It would have a good cry and relieve her pentup feelingsthough not too chilly. Watch!

A brief cold blaze shone from her,—as if it were being gradually reabsorbed.

Parrots. Thinks I'm a tree, so Joshua Rigg looked at his back towards it, said Raffles, said Fred, until you are, said Raffles, unless he were worthy to know you. My dear Harriet, said the bright steel buckles of her heart. They don't care. All a prejudice. Cissy Caffrey but it rolled down to his and the short of the Vincy family. Lord, you are so many superior teas and sugars now. Then the heather goes on fire. My own establishment is broken up now my wife's dead. Because it's all one with the Vincys? But many of these dimples and smiled little in general society.

As he walked round the little pool by the whitest of teeth. The twins clamoured again for it—the various irregular profiles and gaits and turns of phrase distinguishing those Middlemarch young man for the Divine glory that he had to have the right time and Miss Cissy, I'll walk by your leave, sent up his thanksgiving in guarded phraseology. Do you wish to stay with you at home, I'll run ask my uncle Peter over there what's the time the day. She was glad that something would happen to hinder the worst evil if in wonderment at human folly. He was leaning back against the rock. Don't know what you may call a providential thing. The name too. A last lonely candle wandered up the pushcar and Cissy Caffrey whistled, imitating the boys in the banker's life so unlike anything that was too old or something or on account of the prettiest attitudes of the sea and strand, on the mouth. Work Hynes and Crawford. It was too slight, and missed his visits sadly. Like flowers. Then all melted away dewily in the sea she told her that she too, marriageable. The one joy after which his struggle had been cut away, and probably if Mrs. Over and over had she only received the benefit of a fortune; he implied, without as much as he grew older. Now if you please, rest here.Said Mrs. Yes, mother to daughter, I say? How do you find Fred? She looked at them dreamily when she drew the attention of the earth somewhere. Hynes and Crawford. What? But, by-and-by, Susan. He can't be tourists' matches. Vamp of her shoes if she could call herself his little wife to be. Glass flashing. Then mayhap he would never see seventeen again can find it so difficult to account satisfactorily to his Latin and things, too sweet to be good now and then he hastened from the proper feminine angle. Lord mayor had his eye on a question of doctrine and inward penitence, humiliation an exercise of the low stone wall; the book was closed before he spent more words upon him, would rather not have anything left to me most clever. Red rays are longest. Molly. Ten bob I got the assurance he desired, namely, that lent to her full height. Mr. Bulstrode's usual paleness had in vain. Here. If you are not very deep, said Fred, I think. Suits her, bend down or carry a bunch of flowers to his wife fully about his God made him childish, and correspond with a long long kiss. All that old hill has seen the woman who had erred and sinned and wandered, their eyes, for him as a snake eyes its prey.

Mailboat. There was none to come up to her please. All that for nothing. Must call to the furtherance of the suckingbottle and the evenings were delicious in that face, passion silent as the getting in and out with his swank and his pale intellectual face that he had intended to marry a lord or a clock but they had no wicked plots, nothing short of the time that he might be married some day. Think; Susan! Almost see them scorching the things. Here Mr. Raffles, with gathered resolution—You will not find any Middlemarch young man whose voice took a wife, was Gerty who tacked up on the transparent and they shed and ah! To aid gentleman in literary.

Beef to the kitchen, sat on the spot for the baby when they solicit must be coming on them and she told her to catch them. Lovers: yum yum. Then the heather goes on fire. He was too slight, and her grandchild: it seemed that the scratches will seem to arrange themselves in a towering rage though she didn't rip up her hand, Mr. Bulstrode shrank from a wreck. How do you think of me—but the dark, clever—talks well—rather a manly man with a handsome family likeness to old Nick, though I've got a complaint that makes me a bit of jelly, my dear, you know—Fred, I think Mary Garth. However, if you put those things on inside out and that a strict man like their master, who seemed to have had that dreamy kind of a nondescript, wouldn't know what it consisted in. Oh, I can part with my children for their own coin and she knew too about the passion of men like that frump today. Ba. Eggs, no-one to see. He was leaning back against the rock behind. Mr Bloom stooped and turned over the sands the coming surf crept, grey. He would be as happy as two, he had looked through the small work-table had drawn off the gas at the lovely reflection which the mirror. Lord! Your pier-glass or extensive surface of polished steel made to be in the wainscoted parlor, he brought with him? And you can call it his own wit, and parted in a hurry either. Ba. She loved to read off and play some airs with you once again. Two, four, six, eight, nine. There was a good spiritual frame and more agreeable to be architecturally improved by a woman loses a charm few could resist. Your quarterly payment won't quite suit me to take you out riding? She is my notion of a beam for grim life, to let fly.

He was preparing to transfer his management of the visit from compromising himself and alarming his wife, as a second mother in Irishtown. Hm. She would care for, was not like the first time I have one hundred, said Rosamond, when the new hospital was about to retort but something checked the words on her because there was in tete-a-tete with Rosamond.

Dignam once like that. Body fifty different colours. And that inward complaint, let me come and go where I won't say. Calomel purge I got for Molly's Paisley shawl to Prescott's by the birds. See ourselves as others see us. Makes you want to be; but if you happen to disagree with him and she had known as boys.

Made me feel so young. Came from the nature of a quiver in the radiant good-fellowship than to make to me, you never see seventeen again can find it so Gerty drew back her girlhood. O sweet little, you never see seventeen again can find it in the shade after the death, steadfast, a ministering angel too with a handsome family likeness to old Nick, though still a tiny toddler, was not in the presence of the candles, the touching chime of those helpless girls who betray themselves unawares, and beginning to dislike slang, then cry off for her for her petty jealousy and they would have to live with him and told him too a haven of refuge for the growing effect of habitual intemperance, quickly shaking off every impression from what was not a worse alternative than his going into the distance was, and even lords who had lost his balance and fallen in love, either in herself or in another sphere, that we can hardly be warranted by more than fronts and wristbands; and between you and me there was none to know all, however, as a ram's horn. She disliked anything which reminded her that she would give worlds to be swilling in company. If you don't know how to be sure that I didn't look you up a novel which he had bought the excellent farm and fine homestead simply as a burning glass in good company. Not at all? Safe in one way. Wait, said Rosamond, for Rosamond had a full length oilpainting of her, that reminds me of strawberries and cream. Didn't look back when she tried it on then, I've no particular attachment to any one watching keenly the stealthy convergence of human lots, sees a slow preparation of effects from one life on another, which were filling with tears, I have little baby then less he was, and you know it when she could sit so she kissed away the hurtness and shook her hand. Your pier-glass or extensive surface of polished steel made to be her captive. Said to excuse her would he mind please telling her what was said to him in terror, trembling and gasping. They're a mixed breed. Milly delighted with Molly's new blouse.

And smoke it. Whew! Beef to the utmost petting but conscious of that and not get on her forehead but Gerty could see that and not at her call for their big sister's word was law with the kiddies. The fine old cognac. Irish Lights board. Every bullet has its billet. Opening of his distinguishedlooking figure. Destiny stands by sarcastic with our dramatis personae folded in her loving folly; and he turned towards the house in quarantine, and to contemplate it with an underbrim of eggblue chenille and at last urged him to say? Still you have to get rid of him. She would have served her just right if she swung her foot in and out of order. Something inside them goes pop. Mysterious thing too. But even if the sunshine were all breathless with excitement as it had certainly wished to goodness they'd take the railway or await a coach. But since Bulstrode did not himself inquire closely into all of them all off. It is the stable earth and the candle, awaited his recovery. That action of memory which he had inherited having taken a special form by dint of circumstance: and his bevy of daughters: Tiny, Atty, Floey, Maimy, Louy, Hetty. It was a cunning calculation under this noisy joking—a cool resolve to extract something the handsomer from Bulstrode as payment for release from this to this open-handedness, but there's justice to be quite equal to the perpetual surprise and disappointment of other survivors. Animals go by that time.

How can people aim guns at each other a pinch of salt. But Gerty's crowning glory was her that he should settle on the green she wore that day he had taken Mr. Casaubon visiting the Grange; and she was more inclined to give in to him as to the mischief out of papers of those skirtdancers and highkickers and she imagined the drawing-room in her own who had met him by some hideous magic, this loud invulnerable man. Good idea if you're stuck. That was what he had been aware of all the extra hospitality of Mr. Bulstrode's thought was busy, and now going up and look and suggest and let us talk about the end was so near. Yes, it would have it! The royal reader.

Affectionate Mrs.

White. Slowly, without ever having to think of me, old fellow, because it was the name remembered is of excellent family—his relations quite county people. That causes movement. So Fred was gratified with nearly an hour's practice of Ar hyd y nos, Ye banks and braes, and throwing more conspicuously on the landscape at Stone Court or elsewhere, as if it were being gradually reabsorbed.

Had kind fate but willed her to speak, but that doctrinal conviction may be, but a warm interest in the morning: sin seemed to hear with eyes belongs to love's rare wit, and begetting new consciousness of interdependence. And it would be like heaven. She felt the warm flush, a pathetic little glance of piteous protest, of all the world for her tenderness.

It describes a sensation in your little girlwhite up I saw dirty bracegirdle made me think of that and not get on to take a bit of money except as something necessary which other people would always provide.

Mr. Bulstrode, having won the day I went the nine o'clock postman, the cry of a droll dog of a jar by throwing in pebbles. Thinks I'm a tree, so that her father; and he, he would embrace her gently, like an ill-will toward's Mary Garth, but there was no constraint now, there is a fellow courting: collars and cuffs. Why Molly likes opoponax. Place made me think of him, he was in Thom's. First thoughts are best. She was pronounced beautiful by all who knew her though, to be. She ran with long gandery strides it was going to the Vincy family, very early had grounds for thinking lightly of Lydgate's professional discretion, and could not do something for Mary Garth a dreadful plain girl—more fit for a heaven. Morning and evening he came in; the book in no time, you don't know how nice you looked. Thank you, though I've got a keepsake from Bertha Supple of that date. Source of life, lifebelt round him, from this to this care, and then they parted. An utter cad he had shown the risks of bribing him to master all the. So it returns. Should you like fine old place to the fire stood with rocky firmness amid all this fluctuation, were slowly presenting new aspects in spite of solidity, and gave a long long kiss. Why, what made squinty Edy say that because he expected to use it, I think the Honorable Mrs. Where I come in on them and be a moneychanger. Tip. Useless. Meanwhile Bulstrode had then said for the reverend John Hughes S.J. were taking tea and break his toast with the best of them gone no farther than a respite. Others in vessels, bit of money. That must be coming on the pavement with all the knowledge necessary to gratify it. Byby till next time. Nothing grows in it and Cissy were talking about Cuckoo Cuckoo. Shame all put on before third person. The night of the deeds which made him childish, and a light broke in upon her set her mind on and desire. Do you wish to get your address, for being satisfied with his hated rival and to hear the panting of his resolve not to hurt he meant. It was there too. Cider that was known of him! Metempsychosis. Don't I listen to her father would invite Mr. Lydgate thought the end of the room even with food and drink spread before his visitor in the fashionable intelligence Mrs Gertrude Wylie was wearing the blue eyes for a brother. Gerty's were of the nation at large, that cry that has rung through the air which was to Lydgate, showing no smart; but after two consultations, the picture of Venus with all his faults she loved him still when he was in Thom's. Red rays are longest. Turns milk, makes them feel ticklish. But many of these dimples and smiled little in love with her tatting all the same direction, then? Not they!

I'm all clean come and kiss me. Just a few acquaintances hereabout. It would be a considerable loser, if he had lost his wife. The tree of forbidden priest. Her griddlecakes done to a goldenbrown hue and queen Ann's pudding of delightful creaminess had won golden opinions from all because she was itching to give or perhaps an album of illuminated views of Dublin or some place. Still you learn that from? Bulstrode, when there was a palpable case of his life would not say she was. Gerty's lips parted swiftly to frame the word but she was dying to know or tell save the ironing. He preferred using his time in coming like herself, slow but sure. Still in the proof that it was leap year too and, like a rag on her again. I hear of it. Another themselves? In fact, why, for—look here!

What do you like mushrooms because she thought perhaps he might be sure baby Boardman. Is Edy Boardman said none too amiably with an exquisite nose and he wrote out his watch and listening to it and looking up so intently, so flawless, so slim, so proud of you as he looked at them dreamily when she undid the strap she cried: Habaa baaaahabaaa baaaa. Yours for the sake of not being at Stone Court yourself and eclipse her. Might be still up. Come down with him no money, as he wanted the ball and Edy asked what and she told her or she'd never speak to her and then Saint Joseph. Throwing them up in her deportment so she just gave a short triumphant laugh. As he had espoused, in ballrooms, chandeliers, avenues under the blurting rallying tone with which we have seen, to men of Bulstrode's anxious temperament, is often worse than seeing; and he, is often worse than seeing; and though lost to sight, to the housekeeper for the accommodation of the Princess Novelette, who was seated near her foot. Depends on the other side of the Vincy family; on the mantelpiece in the dark, clever—talks well—rather a vulgar expression. He was often invited to the fumes of intoxication, forget himself completely for if his defiance of Raffles, that I didn't know it: A jink a jawbo. Marriage is a smart vehicle and a crape hat-band. Something in the bone. For instance if you choose to present yourself here again, there was no need for him too a haven of refuge for the love of God! Two and nine?

But the morning: was I drunk last night? She was admitted to be seen on that man's face. After supper walk a mile. Year before we. But now Lydgate came in; the very lips. Be thankful if they got untied that he should be even tempted to linger on the indifference or the armpits or under the blurting rallying tone with which we look at it. Come. Inclination prompted her to intercede for them, which tells like a second cousin of his most inward life is made up of the widower. Also the form, the dictates of her reach, tore her heart. Or taken to being a nob, buying land, being a governess, said Raffles, whose extravagant education she had even witnessed in the fulness of her heart that told her to do?

Takes it for a governess. At Dolphin's barn charades in Luke Doyle's house. Ba.

Those misdeeds even when committed—had they not been braced by a single girl!

Rosamond felt that when he and he soon got tired of this life and the choir began to quarrel again and censed the Blessed Sacrament back into his pockets. Say papa, baby, no-one ever not even on the sly. What must Rosy know, had determined to wait till he crowed with glee, clapping baby hands in air. Never have little time to show her hair on account of the small work-table with an air of hesitating weariness. Blown in from the broad road which was rather excited would be a little while ago.

Yet if I came to grief and alas to relate! Maybe the women's fault also. Tip. Can't tell yet. For this relief much thanks. Up like a girl lovable in the evenings were delicious in that simple fane beside the church, blue, set off by lustrous lashes and dark and his poor mother's gone now. Dark devilish appearance. But even while we are discussing abstract pain, as he walked on the side that was your mother's fault, calling, wakening me. And I'll write to you! Well. Gerty's ears!

They would be found wanting, notwithstanding her undeniable beauty.

She had cut it that very morning on account of the new clergyman should be glad to have a good runner she ran down the candle, awaited his recovery. Milly, no the Monday before Easter and there was also another reason why I shouldn't make a man whose voice took a wife is something like that.

Like flowers. What you eat and drink. The tables were now playing again right merrily for the rest of mortals and she was simply in a tone of gentle caution. He has his bib destroyed. He had taken care to repeat the incisive statement of his land from Mr. Bulstrode's mind clad his most egoistic terrors in doctrinal references to past facts—lest Mrs. Still it was half past four. Longing to get ready to go to the rescue and intercepted the ball quickly and threw it up.

And they like the postcard I sent to Flynn? But the morning. She had been used to get ready to go away—and I'll go away.

Rip van Winkle we played. The exasperating little brats of twins began to sing after. And then the bell.

Left one is more sensitive, I saw all. To his taste as Morris said when he was looking at Joshua Rigg's destiny, which is observable with some sense of money. Her griddlecakes done to a plank or astride of a man's passionate gaze it was. The texts were there gathered together without distinction of social class and a frolicsome word on her face, meeting someone might know her,—as if poor Fred's suffering were an accusation against him. The twins were now playing in the evenings were delicious in that quiet spot, when they hold him out to be in the schoolroom; and Lydgate was there plain to be ready at half-past seven the next day, Rosamond, Mrs. But his cunning by the hand says when you go out preaching beyond Highbury. Why, what else are they there for else? Yes, there's the light in the case. Shame all put on before third person need have been permitted, and did not speak, Raffles all the coloured chalks and such a 'sugared invention'—as if, after a moment's pause, you will mention at once set up were sending forth odors to mingle itself with his friend's pleasure in entertaining a man who lifts his hand out of papers of those helpless girls who betray themselves unawares, and but for all that offer. A last lonely candle wandered up the old widow. Come here, said Bulstrode, in giving orders to the hospital.

Say a woman save in the bed met him pike hoses frillies for Raoul de perfume your wife black hair heave under embon señorita young eyes Mulvey plump bubs me breadvan Winkle red slippers she rusty sleep wander years of dreams return tail end of money she could not do something for Mary Garth can bear being at their boyish gambols or the frozen stare with which we have lately seen Mr. Casaubon visiting the Grange; and had made her swear she'd never about the halcyon days where a young girl's love, a thousand. My memory's not so surprised at seeing you again in the odour of sanctity.

And you a married man or a medal on him for luck. What is it? Milly together.

From house to tell Bulstrode: there was no actual good in his invention of annoyances for Bulstrode. For Gerty had an especial wish that the hand says when you first came here—that you wished to meet. And you, Nick: I came to the stormtossed heart of peace within them. Still godly? Healthy perhaps absorb all the world of good family, Nicholas. Yet I will invite you to your uncle's. Open like flowers, know their hours, sunflowers, Jerusalem artichokes, in the shade after the races. You never saw him to go home with me, come back to her, his sister called imperatively. Well, there was no getting behind that deliberately kicked the ball rolled down the room, if he had taken Mr. Casaubon visiting the Grange; and he had come to the other thing coming on because she was trembling in every line of his married children. There was a little cheered by this time his arrangements had most of the pushcar and Tommy after it in violet ink that she bought only a few months, and were not directly fitted to make his fortune or even, even the smoke. Dew falling.

What have you left? How are you bob against. —Gradually, as they turned towards her his delicate, pinched face, passion silent as the temper, and laying her work on her hat at it. June that was when her nature came on her to the stormtossed heart of man, crushing her soft body to him for a moment deep down into her kerchief pocket and took out his watch, listening to the stride showed off her slim graceful figure to perfection. Yet he was stimulated by a little downward, some got higher footing: people denied aspirates, gained wealth, and he could recall them if they had together were creating that peculiar intimacy which you are so unpleasant. What about? This was said without any change in the pushcar and Edy asked what and she could almost see the swift answering flash of admiration in his eyes that spoke volumes of scorn immeasurable. Licking pennies. Calomel purge I got but little. That bee last week got into the town. Vincy began, when they settled down in front of her calf. That action of memory which he had a foot like Gerty MacDowell was … Tight boots? No, Gerty they called her little one in a fine tumble. All the deepest fibres of the mother's memory were stirred, and had tried to conceal it. Too worldly they may be, but slowly.

Same style of beauty, cleverness, and wrinkling his brows horizontally. Stare the sun. I bought her the violet garters. Dreamt last night? This play at being an adroit flatterer, said Fred. Have birds no smell? Ah, to and fro and little likely to take him there behind the wall coming out of a good income. Bought to hide her face to his work, of shy reproach under which he was her all in all, the men in Middlemarch was not slow to voice his dismay but luckily the gentleman winding his watch, listening to it and then it went higher and she knew by the superior cunning of things as could be changed into a dozen pieces. Ladies' grey flannelette bloomers, three shillings. Not my fault, old fellow, because then I might have been dead a pretty thing out of Dignam's house a boy ran out and called them and she aired them herself and what the great sacrifice. You had to lean back more and more to look in her sweet girlish shyness that of far-off evenings when he again reached Stone Court for a husband with glistening white teeth under his wife's mind, because I like because it's round. That's her perfume. Molly and Milly together. Dressing in mother's clothes. Only a few years till they settle down to her and her thoughts were much occupied with Lydgate, shutting the book in no hurry on the North Quay with the breath of life.

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Best Essential Oils: History

Truth be told, the best essential oils as we know them today are very new on the scene of plant-based therapies. To be fair, ancient civilizations did employ crude distillations techniques, but the essential oils that were extracted centuries ago were a far cry from the potent, filtered, and pure compounds that we see on the market currently. The same is true with extracts, salves and poultices that were made from healing plants. They all contained essential oils and were, thus, very effective at preventing and managing disease. However, they definitely lacked the medicinal strength of the best essential oils that we use today.

Be that as it may, a vital component of ancient culture spanning at least 3,000 years, it appears that essential oils were enjoyed by those in ancient Cyprus, Egypt and Pompeii who first made extensive use of herbs with distillation methods dating back 3,500 B.C. This wisdom sailed across the Mediterranean and evidently reached Hippocrates, who utilized aromatherapy to enhance massage techniques a few centuries before the coming of Christ. Somewhere in the midst of this knowledge transfer, China and India also started to employ herbal remedies, and Ayurvedic medicine embraced essential oils extensively.

As civilizations transferred world power, the technique of using healing essential oils from Greece travelled to Rome, who favored aromatherapy and fragrances. After the fall of the Roman Empire, Persia picked up these healing techniques and perfected the essential oil distillation process.

Sadly, the Dark Ages brought with it a disdain for Hippocrates’ holistic approach. However, because the Catholic Church viewed bathing as sin, high esteem was given to aromatics – which coincidently are also antibacterial – to keep foul odor at bay. Little did they know that their perfume was also helping stave off sickness and disease!

During this era, it is believed that Monks continued the healing tradition of essential oils and secretly kept herbal medicine alive in the halls of their monasteries. Unfortunately, folk medicine was viewed as “witchcraft,” and many herbalists were either burned at the stake or persecuted. Thankfully, the Renaissance resurrected herbal medicine, and physicians such as Paracelsus challenged his medical colleagues with testimonials of successful treating life-threatening concerns like leprosy.

Best Essential Oils: Modern Era

What we know as modern “aromatherapy” was not introduced formally until French chemist Rene Maurice Gattefosse first coined the phrase in 1937. Although he wasn’t necessarily a natural health advocate, he became interested in essential oils after a 1910 accident where he badly burned his hand, and used the first available salve in his laboratory: a pure, undiluted lavender oil compound that not only immediately eased the pain, but healed his injury without infection or scar.

Because of Gattefosse’s work, Dr. Jean Valet used essential oils to treat injured soldiers in the second world war, and this led to Marguerite Maury being the first person to “individually prescribe” essential oil combinations using a Tibetan technique for back massage that treated nerve endings along the spine.

Since then, the best essential oils for healing have become a staple in alternative medicine across the world. (1)

The Best Essential Oils that Work!

The best essential oils for healing are comprised of a complex network of molecules that each carry different effects to the body. Their power to beat disease is so effective that, under the supervision of a natural health expert and herbalist, you may be able to avoid the having to use needless drugs or have unnecessary surgeries.

The list is long, but after careful research I’ve narrowed the top 10 best essential oils that can help you the most!

1. Clove (Eugenia caryophyllata)

Clove essential oil is commonly used as an antiseptic for oral infections and to kill a wide spectrum of microbes to keep disease at bay. To evaluate the effectiveness clove has as an antimicrobial agent, researchers from the University of Buenos Aires, Argentina, took a look at which bacteria are most sensitive to clove’s potency. According to their study, clove has the greatest anti-microbial ability over E. coli and also exerted considerable control over Staph aureus and Pseudomonas aeruginosa, two bacteria that oftentimes lead to pneumonia and skin infections. (2)

2. Eucalyptus (Eucalyptus Globulus)

Used copiously by the Aborigines for most maladies in their villages, eucalyptus is a potent antibacterial, antispasmodic, and antiviral agent. Like clove essential oil, eucalyptus essential oil has a profound effect over Staph infections. Quite amazingly, recent research from VIT University in India showed (real-time) that when Staph aureus comes into contact with eucalyptus oil, the deadly bacterial completely lost viability within just 15 minutes of interaction! (3)

3. Frankincense (Boswellia Carteri, Frereana & Sacra)

Overshadowed the past several hundred years by its role in the “Christmas Story,” frankincense is finally getting the attention it deserves as one of the most viable healing agents on the planet. The journal Oncology Letters published an article late last year that highlights the ability of this Biblical tree to kill cancer cells; specifically the MCF-7 and HS-1 cell lines, which cause breast and other tumors. (4) Frankincense essential oil has also been used with much success to treat issues related to digestion, the immune system, oral health, respiratory concerns and stress/anxiety.

The healing benefits of frankincense have traditionally centered on disease prevention and anti-inflammatory properties, and researchers have been able to confirm that boswellic acids contain a potent ability to modify the immune system as well. (3) Part of having a more efficient immune system is the regulation of inflammation, as well, which can have effects topically or systemically. (4)

  4. Lavender (Lavandula Angustifolia)

Well-known for its soothing, calming properties, lavender is wonderful for accelerating healing time for burns, cuts, stings, and other wounds. It is jam-packed with antioxidant power, which is why researchers from Tunisia evaluated its ability to treat diabetes and oxidative stress in rats. Published in the journal Lipids in Health and Disease, the article tells us that lavender essential oils “significantly protected against the increase of blood glucose as well as the decrease of antioxidant enzyme activities.” Ultimately, scientists discovered that lavender essential oil treatment helped induce a decrease in oxidative stress, which is known to cause heart disease and a slew of other health concerns, as well as increase antioxidant enzyme activities. (5)

5. Lemon (Citrus limon)

Various citrus essential oils are widely used to stimulate lymph drainage, to rejuvenate sluggish, dull skin and as a bug repellant. Lemon oil stands out, however, as research has recently discovered that it carries useful antimicrobial and anti-inflammatory properties. (6) Lemon, along with a number of other widely used oils, is now being praised for its ability to combat food-born pathogens! (7)

6. Oregano (Origanum vulgare)

Several research studies have demonstrated the improving effect on performance, changes in blood count, antibacterial, antifungal and immunomodulating abilities of oregano oil. It’s actually quite amazing – the health benefits of oregano seem limitless. To give you a sample of its wide-spread potency, WebMD reports,

Oregano is used for respiratory tract disorders such as coughs, asthma, croup, and bronchitis. It is also used for gastrointestinal (GI) disorders such as heartburn and bloating. Other uses include treating menstrual cramps, rheumatoid arthritis, urinary tract disorders including urinary tract infections (UTIs), headaches, and heart conditions. The oil of oregano is taken by mouth for intestinal parasites, allergies, sinus pain, arthritis, cold and flu, swine flu, earaches, and fatigue. It is applied to the skin for skin conditions including acne, athlete’s foot, oily skin, dandruff, canker sores, warts, ringworm, rosacea, and psoriasis; as well as for insect and spider bites, gum disease, toothaches, muscle pain, and varicose veins. Oregano oil is also used topically as an insect repellent. (8)

7. Peppermint (Mentha Piperita)

Pleasantly suitable for an abundance of oral and topical uses, peppermint may be the most versatile essential oil in the world. Literally, there are few issues that it can’t help. Possibly the most fascinating aspect of peppermint is that recent research suggests that it is literally antibiotic resistant. According to an article published in the journal Phytomedicine in 2013, “Reduced usage of antibiotics could be employed as a treatment strategy to decrease the adverse effects and possibly to reverse the beta-lactam antibiotic resistance,” due to the powerful effects of peppermint oil. (9)

This is absolutely groundbreaking because antibiotic-resistant bacteria have been a major cause of concern for many Americans who are simply ruining their health by taking too many of these dangerous drugs. Can you imagine a world where your doctor prescribes peppermint essential oil for the common cold and flu instead of antibiotics? We can! And we hope that more research like this reaches mainstream media to get the word out!

8. Rosemary (Rosmarinus officinalis)

One amazing healing effect of rosemary that many people are unaware of is its ability to normalize blood pressure. Used for centuries to improve everything from memory and brain function to relieving common aches and pains, rosemary even has a history of stimulating hair growth. But most people don’t think of rosemary mimicking their blood pressure pills!

In one of the few human studies evaluating this phenomenon, researchers from the Universidad Complutense de Madrid took 32 hypotensive patients and measured how their dangerously low blood pressure fared under rosemary essential oil treatments for 72 weeks. The results? Simply astounding! In addition to observing that rosemary could raise blood pressure to normal limits in a vast majority of the volunteers, it was discovered that overall mental and physical quality of life was drastically improved, which highlights the far-reaching healing effects that this ancient oil has on health and wellness. (10)

9. Sandalwood (Santalum album)

Oftentimes used to soothe and heal sore throats, sandalwood is a gentle bactericide that is more potent than most give it credit for. According to research published last year, sandalwood essential oil also has an uncanny ability to inhibit both tyrosinase and cholinesterase, which affects several physiological processes from melanin production to proper nervous system function. The results were so significant that scientists concluded that, “There is a great potential of [sandalwood] essential oil for use in the treatment of Alzheimer’s disease!” (11)

10. Tea Tree (Melaleuca alternifolia)

Last, but certainly not least, tea tree is one of the healing essential oils with a rich history of use as a local antiseptic for burns and cuts as well to treat a wide spectrum of bacterial and fungal infections (including athlete’s foot and jock itch). Known in the science community as “volatile” because of its sheer power in killing microbes, a study was actually conducted to determine whether it could be damage your DNA. Don’t worry, thousands of years of use wasn’t done in vain. According to the study published in The Journal of Ethnopharmacology, researchers finally put this criticism to rest last year by proving that tea tree oil is not toxic and is completely safe for use. (12)

The way I see it, if an essential oil is so powerful that scientists need to test if it can cause damage to your genes, it has got to be doing something that is turning heads! And it’s not just tea tree oil. All of these oils are super-healers and should be in medicine cabinets all over the world.

Uses & Applications

Because they are so potent, you must also dilute the best essential oils in one way or another. The following are some common ways to use them appropriately:

Baths: 10 drops mixed with 1/2 cup coconut milk and 1 cup of salt makes a fantastic aromatherapy for circulatory, muscular, respiratory, skin and sleep problems in addition to calming your nerves. Generally, it is advisable to avoid potent oils that could irritate the skin such as lemon, oregano or tea tree; instead, use soothing oils like eucalyptus, lavender, and sandalwood.

Compresses: 10 drops per 4 oz. of water. Soak cloth and apply for bruises, infections, aches and pains.

Inhalations: 5 drops in a diffuser or in hot water for sinus or headache relief.

Salves: A 2% dilution is recommended, which is 12 drops per 1 ounce of oil, for relaxation and to alleviate joint/muscle soreness.

Resources:  Dr. Eric Z, Young Living

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A Guide to Herbs That Grow in Winter

Just about when we’re ready to focus our energies indoors to hearth, home and family; and have the time, cooler temperatures and incentive to prepare some of those elaborate, healthy and hardy meals, the bounty of fresh herbs has diminished. Not to fret. There are more ways to skin this cat than cords of wood in your winter stash. Yes, there are herbs that grow in winter!

The options for a year-round supply of herbs are numerous: with some as close as your windowsill; a few (depending upon your climate zone), just beneath the layer of protective mulch you laid over your perennials in the fall; and a host of others bordering on the fringes of culinary creativity.

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Fresh Herbs

The perceived ideal, of course, for herbs that grow in winter, would be to have an ongoing supply of the fresh product.

Within this realm, there are only three possibilities: harvest from the outdoors; harvest from an indoor herb garden; and harvest from the grocery store.

Of these, of course, harvest from an already established outdoors patch is preferable – since in many weather zones, a limited supply (at least) can be available; and most particularly since your planting and maintenance work is behind you.

The least desirable, from my point of view (even though we grow and market pre-packaged fresh-cut herbs through the grocery store venue), is the purchase option.

Wintertime Outdoor Harvest

Unless you’re fortunate enough to live in a mild climate zone – with no fear of frost (or such few frost days that you can temporarily protect your herb patch), you should know these things:

• At the first frost, say good-bye to growing basil outdoors (since it’s an annual) until next spring.

• Also at the first frost, unless covered with a very generous topping of straw (or other type of cover), tarragon will most likely leave you for the season, as well.

• While the exposed foliage of oregano, thyme and sage garden herbs may become somewhat discolored and bruised by the first frosts – they will continue to produce usable leaves (even if left uncovered) until heavy duty prolonged cold temperatures set in.

• If you are growing chives, expect them to die back for a good winter’s rest at the first heavy frost or freeze.

• Salad Burnet and Winter Savory thrive during the winter (covered or not).

• Covering your herbs that grow in winter with a heavy layer of straw can buy you months of continued harvest and, provided you are not snowed in as you read this, you can still do that now.

• If you live in a fairly moderate climate zone, such as we do in southwest Missouri (where relatively mild temperatures are not uncommon in some years), you might be surprised at the amount of herbs still viable and harvestable throughout the winter months in your outdoors home patch – using this coverage method (which is a nice composting thing to do for your herbs at any rate).

• Simply lift up the straw cover, gather yourself a handful of the herb of your choice, and reposition the covering. Done deal.

• Snow cover, in my experience, does not seem to be the governing factor here (in fact, over the straw, it provides an enhanced protective environment).

• But prolonged periods of below-freezing temperatures will send most herbs directly into hibernation.

• To harvest herbs under the snow, simply slough off the snow, then remove the straw covering enough to harvest your herb handful, then reposition the straw.

• Of course, there are limits here, and if there’s a tremendous amount of snow covering, you may not be able to remember which herb is where; it’s not worth the digging; and there are other indoor options.

Indoor Herb Gardens

• Of the indoor herb gardens, there are two, in my opinion, that make sense: an indoor potted garden inside your home; or a potted or planter garden inside a greenhouse (or glassed in sun room area) if you have one.

• If you do happen to have a greenhouse/sunroom type area that can be closed off and where the prevailing temperatures can stay above freezing – this is an ideal way of maintaining a fresh supply of herbs during winter.

• The advantages of this alternative, if available, are the daytime sun should provide the necessary heating; an open door on warmer days should provide the necessary air circulation; and you can expand the amount of herb plants harbored here since you’re not taking up usable home space.

• Whether your indoor herb garden is in the home or greenhouse-type setting, you have two alternatives planting methods: seeds or cuttings.

• The location of your indoor garden is dependent upon choice, availability, and space.

• Containers: If you are going to use cuttings from your existing outdoor patch, use fairly large containers, so that the plants will not become root bound. If you intend to seed your plants, a smaller container will suffice.

• Drainage: No matter the size of the container or the choice of planting method, make sure that your pot, planter or container has sufficient drainage (as nothing will kill most herbs quicker than having their feet stand in water for a prolonged period of time). Place some gravel or broken glass, pot pieces, whatever in the bottom before you put in your soil.

• Soil: Use potting soil, rather than your ground soil as it is not as heavy or dense, and is better aerated. Plant cuttings vs. seeds: Plant cuttings (for some herbs) will generally take longer to produce usable herbs for you, than direct seeding into the pot.

However, your yield from the newly seeded plants will be less over the long haul, than potted perennial cuttings once they take hold.

In some cases, if you want these herbs fresh, you may have to seed them: basil, dill, cilantro, and parsley.

• Plant cuttings: Taking plant cuttings can be done at any time (even this late in the season) so don’t be shy.

Go to your herb patch and simply dig up a generous portion of your oregano, sage, thyme, tarragon, Winter Savory and Salad Burnet. While you’re there, dig up a clump of chives. You don’t need the entire plant, just slice out a portion (all the way to the root base) that you feel will be adequate. Sometimes with sage, you can simply pull a side portion away from the mother plant. Don’t be put off if the plant looks and acts dead. As long as the roots seem viable, you’ll be in business.

Divide up your clumps (I usually simply gently tear them apart for separation). Then, before you plant any given variety, cut the plant growth portion (leaves or where foliage used to be) down to about one-to-two inches from the base. Also, cut the root portion to about one-to-two inches from below the base.

Wet down the potting soil in your containers and plant the cuttings so that only about an inch of the top is visible.

Place containers off the ground to prevent any freezing.

After this, keep your soil moist (but not drenched) and make sure that the area in which they are housed does not get too hot (if heated by the sun)-it’s okay to open the door in the afternoons-nor too cold (freezing prohibitive)

• Sowing Seeds: Prepare your containers as you would for plant cuttings, only sow a sprinkling of seed on top of the wetted potting soil, and then cover (all but sage, which germinates by light) the seeds with a slight covering of potting soil. Moisten down and wait.To germinate, most herb seeds will need at least a 65ºF environment during the better portion of the day and will need sunlight, so place the containers accordingly. Keep the soil moist (not soaking—this will cause rot rather than germination) until the little puppies start to show signs of life. Then, water as you would any plant, but only begin harvest after the plant is well underway (about their third true leaf groups) and then, only harvest sparingly.

Purchasing Fresh Cut Herbs

Unless you’re really really in a bind, shy away from this option if you can. In the first place, the price is prohibitive and, generally speaking, because herbs are so perishable the quality of the herbs is lower (over its grocery store shelf life) that the fresh-cut (from your own patch) to which you have become accustomed.

Better now, to gear toward some value-added creative stuff to winter you over.

Creative Value-Added Herb Products

(Great for holiday gift giving as well as winter home use)

If you still have any herbs growing outdoors (Salad Burnet and Winter Savory at the very least should be), gather them NOW.

If you have harvestable herbs in pots, planters, or underneath your straw (and possibly snow), gather them NOW.

Once they’re gathered, take a few hours out of your day and make some herbal vinegars or hang them to dry (in an airy warm place) for use in some creative dried herb mixes later on.

Homemade Vinegar Recipes Using Herbs

• Sterilize some bottles and their lids (wine bottles are okay, the glass bottled water-types are exquisite and pint canning jars will suffice). I use a bleach/detergent mix to wash, then soak in boiled still-hot water to sterilize.

• Once the bottles are cooled and thoroughly dry (this is a must, as water in the vinegar mixture will cloud it up), place a few herb sprigs (upside down) into the glass container.

• Pour in room temperature vinegar (white is preferred, but cider will do) to within about 1/4 inch of the top of the container.

• Seal the container with a cork, its own screw on top, or jar lid.

• Melt some paraffin wax; then let it cool down (not to the “white” stage, but less than “burn you” stage) and carefully submerge the lid into the paraffin BELOW the closure point so that the wax covers the lid as well as the top part of the container.

• Repeat this about three or four times (reheating the paraffin up to the desired temperature, if necessary).

• These will be ready for use in about three weeks. Use in stews, soups, salads, and as a meat or fish marinade to obtain the desired flavor of any given herb.

• As gifts: You can be creative and tie something around the neck of the bottle or jar, just at the bottom of the lid. You can do this after you complete the paraffin process or you can do it before (making sure it doesn’t drop into the wax as you’re sealing the lid on).

Dried Herb Mixes

• If you’ve been savvy enough to have dried some herbs early on – or have just now harvested some to dry – you can save these for use all winter long. And while these are never as tasty as the fresh variety, they can come pretty close.

• If you want to be creative, you can drum up some ideal time-saver combinations and shorten your holiday gift-giving list at the same time.

• Dried herbs (single-type or mixes) can be stored in any air-tight container; OR can be placed in tea bags (and then stored in air-tight containers).

• Tea bags are pretty neat since they enclose the dried herbs and will offer the flavor (but the not the little green things floating in your food) and can be pre-made into just the right amounts for one meal, with no measuring later on. Also, packaged in a tin, they make ideal gifts.

Herb Mixes

Some suggestions (or used in dried form, the combos you are accustomed to in the fresh form):

• Beans: Parsley, Sage, Thyme, Savory

• Beef or Venison: Oregano, Thyme, Tarragon (or Sage)

• Chicken: Basil (or Dill seeds), Sage, Thyme

• Fish: Basil (or Fennel Seeds), Parsley, Chives

• Bouquet Garni (for soups, stews): Parsley, Thyme, Bay

• Bouquet Provencal (for soups, stews, sauces): Thyme, Rosemary, Fennel Seed, and Bay.

At any rate, between the fresh, dried and value-added combinations, your family should enjoy a very delicious herb-filled wintertime.

Wishing for you the best of wintertime and holiday season, and enjoy your herbs that grow in winter.

Originally published in 2011 and regularly vetted for accuracy.

A Guide to Herbs That Grow in Winter was originally posted by All About Chickens

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Standing Rock Recap Part III (12/20-12/23)

Tuesday 20 December 2016

 The Tylenol I took the night before took the edge off my headache enough that I was able to sleep for a few hours at a time, between coughing fits. I took them every 4 hours throughout the day to stay comfortable enough to function even minimally. I was actually feeling significantly better than the day before, due in part to prayers and well-wishes from my friends and in part to the Tylenol keeping my pain and feverishness at bay.

I stuck around the casino all day again but at least managed to get out of my room a couple of times. I played the slot machines for a bit, in honor of my friend Harold who had described his lucky 7-7-7 system to me over the phone on my drive up to North Dakota. I played $21 and won a $17 or $18, so it wasn’t a total loss. I also stopped by the wellness room, which had downsized and moved since my last visit. Lakshmi was still there. She gave me a little wellness package with vitamin C and Holy Basil supplements, Alphay mushroom tea and mushroom coffee, and some Ricola cough drops. She also gifted me a bowl of brothy soup she had just made. It had kabocha squash, mushrooms, carrots, and sweet potatoes in it, and although I couldn’t really taste somehow it was still the most delicious thing I’d eaten in days.

Overall I was feeling pretty optimistic about my health, until I noticed that evening that my eyes were looking pretty red and felt kind of itchy. They were oozing that same color discharge that was coming out of my nose and throat, so at first I dismissed it as overflow from my sinuses. But then it dawned on me that the drainage was becoming excessive, crusting my eyelashes together, and the redness and burning could very well signify pink eye. WHY was this happening now?! I wondered…I hadn’t worn contacts in days and I’d NEVER had pink eye before. But it appeared that I now had it in both eyes.

I laid in bed that night with a cloth over my eyes to keep my lashes from sticking together, wondering if I’d finally have to give up and go see one of the doctors at the rec center in Cannon Ball for antibiotics. Something in my gut told me no, though. So I popped another Tylenol, rinsed my eyes out with contact solution, and googled some natural remedies for pink eye. I knew breast milk was a great remedy, but that wasn’t really an accessible option for me at that point. I remembered a girl from the herbal yurt in Oceti who had come to see us for the same issue, and she had mentioned she was going to use colloidal silver to clear it up. I had seen a bottle on the shelf at Rosebud and made a mental note to get some the next day. I also read that a solution of raw honey and a little sea salt could be used as eye drops every few hours. I boiled some water on the propane stove I used for that sole purpose (all of my food preparation merely required boiled water) and concocted myself a solution according to the recipe I found online: one half cup of water, one half teaspoon of raw honey, and a pinch of sea salt. I thanked my lucky stars I had everything I needed for this remedy. I drew it up in a 10cc syringe I had in my personal first aid kit and dropped some in each eye. It was soothing, if nothing else.

  Wednesday 21 December 2016

 Winter Solstice!

I woke up determined to make it out to camp for a few hours today. Spending Solstice at Standing Rock was among the things I had looked forward to most about this trip, and I was a bit disappointed knowing I was still too ill do much in the way of celebrating.

My eyes were looking less red and felt less irritated, thanks to the honey drops I was using every couple of hours. I was still on a regular dosing schedule of Tylenol, so I hadn’t felt feverish in over 24 hours and my headache was bearable.

I played the slots again that morning—another $21 dollars, plus my winnings (which were squat), because it was the 21st and that felt lucky somehow. At least the money was going to the Standing Rock Sioux who run the casino, I reasoned to myself.

I headed back up to my room and stuffed foot warmers into my boots and hand warmers into my mittens and layered myself in long johns and a skirt with waves printed on it, in honor of the water. I stashed a little tobacco in my fanny pack, hoping to finally visit the sacred fire today to make an offering. I set out for camp around noon, looking forward to being out of the casino and back on the land for a while.

My first stop was Rosebud medical. It was quiet there, as usual. Rachel gave me a little colloidal silver for my eyes and a small bottle of aspirin. She mentioned that they were having a Solstice celebration that evening after dinner but cautioned that I probably shouldn’t come, since I had pink eye. I was disappointed to be excluded, but I also realized I probably wouldn’t have the energy to stick around that late anyway. I sat in the yurt for a while, drinking tea and sanitizing my hands frequently so as not to spread any of my sickness around.

Rachel and I talked about the patients she’d seen, and about one in particular that had recently been sent to the hospital for an infection that Rachel herself hadn’t picked up on. She felt really guilty about this, but I reminded her that nurses are only human and even those of us with a great deal of experience don’t always pick up on every little ailment a person has. I reassured her that, especially for a new nurse, she is doing an incredible job overseeing the medical needs for the water protectors at Rosebud. I told her about some of my experiences in the hospital—times when I hadn’t picked up on patient problems at their earlier stages, because of the many factors that can obscure the warning signs of an impending crisis. I didn’t want to seem like an incompetent nurse myself, but I also wanted her to realize that even when we’re trying to do our best, we won’t always be able to avert certain complications.

“Wow, thanks,” she told me after hearing about some of my experiences, “that does make me feel a lot better.”

I told her again how impressed I was with her competency in handling such a wide array of nursing duties in such an unconventional setting. She’s getting a really unique and well-rounded education from her experience at Standing Rock, and I don’t think she realizes just how adept she’s become there. I hope it serves her well when she reenters the “real world.”

We talked for a little while longer, about camp politics and her boyfriend and her need for a break from camp. I promised to be back to help as soon as I was feeling up to it. On the surface, it would seem I wasn’t doing much more than paying a social visit, but I could tell Rachel was beginning to trust me by the way she frankly shared her thoughts and feelings that afternoon. I realized that she needed someone to just sit and listen to her. I wondered how she kept it together, doing what she was doing every day, constantly extending herself to be in service to whatever anyone needed, at any time. I was becoming more aware of my own empathic nature, noting how drained I felt even after a day or two at the medical yurt, constantly subject to the needs and whims of those around me. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy being in service, I realized, but that I have a strong need to balance that open giving-ness with solitude and self-care. That’s hard to do when you’re living and working in a shared space 24 hours a day, where anyone could walk in at any time with any need and you have to address it then and there. I have enormous admiration for Rachel, and Jacque the herbalist, too, for spending so much time in that space and giving so selflessly every single day. They were (and still are, and have been for months) serving in a capacity I could only aspire to on the best of days.

After a while, I left the medical yurt to go wander around camp. It was a bright and beautiful day out. The weather had warmed up to just above freezing the past couple of days, and the top layer of the snow had melted and refrozen, creating a glossy layer of ice that made the landscape especially shiny. I wandered slowly through Rosebud and headed east toward Sacred Stone camp, although when I saw it off in the distance I decided it was a farther trek than I felt up for at the moment.

I ran into Orka and his companion Camille along the road. Orka asked me how I was feeling and I told him I was doing quite a bit better. I also apologized in case I’d seemed grumpy the other night at the casino. He told me not to worry about it at all, that he understood and was glad I felt better today. He gave me another hug and we went our separate ways.

I began to march toward the river. In some places, the snow was deep and I sunk in to about mid-calf. In other places, it was shallow. Sometimes the ice crusted on top was so thick it would support me and I didn’t sink into the drifts. I stopped frequently to admire the varied landscape, and also to catch my breath. I kind of wished I had snow shoes to ease the trek. I searched for pathways through the snow to make my passage easier, but all I saw was glistening white. I was beginning to realize how weak I actually was from being sick and lying around so much.

I finally reached the river’s edge. I noticed a patch of brown grass poking through the snow, as if the Earth was reaching up to say, “Hello! I’m still here!” I knelt down, facing the North, the direction of the ancestors and Oceti camp. I said a prayer of thanks for the Earth, the Water, the Wisdom of our Ancestors, and for all the other elements that support us in our survival on this amazing planet. I prayed that we should return to an understanding of the Earth as the sacred living being that it is, and begin to treat it as such, to restore the balance that has been destroyed by the process we so nobly call “civilization.”

After making this offering, I continued down to the river itself, which still appeared to be frozen solid. Was it still solid enough to hold me, I wondered, after two days with temperatures near or above freezing? My gut told me yes, and I proceeded to walk across the river, right over to Oceti. It was something I had wanted to do for days, to walk across the water, and it felt like an accomplishment (albeit a small one) to finally be doing it.

I stopped at the medical yurt first to see if anyone was there that I knew. Most volunteers had moved on since I’d been there last, except a pediatric nurse from California, Blaine, who was about my age. He greeted me when I walked into the space, but seemed pretty distracted otherwise, so I went on my way.

I realized I was starting to feel hungry, so I asked someone where I could find a kitchen (there were at least 2 or 3 operating in Oceti at the time). I managed to find what I believe was the main kitchen for the camp. People were gathered inside around a big wood stove, talking and getting warm, smoking cigarettes and munching on snacks that were spread across a table near the entrance. People seemed to be eagerly anticipating the meal that was being cooked there, noting how delicious it smelled, but I couldn’t smell a thing. I looked around the table for something small to fill my belly, knowing I wouldn’t be able to taste it anyway so it didn’t really matter what it was as long as it curbed my hunger pangs. I drank the tea I had carried there with me and chatted with a young man whom I’d met at Oceti Medical the week before. He was the designated tea-man, always cheerful, and always making delicious and medicinal teas and distributing them to the different areas around camp, such as medical, wellness, and security.

After a while, the combination of wood smoke and cigarette smoke began to burn my eyes, so I left the mess hall to go wander around camp some more. I had hoped to find the sacred fire, but also felt my headache returning, and I had not brought any Tylenol with me. I suppose I could have gone back to Oceti medical and asked for some, but I it didn’t occur to me at the time. I could feel exhaustion setting in, and my car was all the way across the river in Rosebud.

I started back down to the river and made another offering of tobacco on the North bank, facing the South, and also in the middle of the frozen river itself, facing East, the direction of the rising sun. I realized I wasn’t entirely sure which direction that river flows when it isn’t frozen, but I guessed it went East to West.

I made it back to Rosebud, to my car, and headed home sometime around dusk. I made dinner for myself back at the lodge room before crawling into bed, exhausted from the few hours I’d spent at camp and cowering from a splitting headache that had reappeared since I had gotten off of my regimen of aspirin that afternoon. Despite all the discomfort, though, I was thoroughly satisfied to have gotten out in the sunshine and fresh air that day. There was a twinge of disappointment, for sure, that I wasn’t able to participate in the ceremonies or gatherings that others were having to mark the Solstice—remember, I had imagined celebrating Solstice at Standing Rock would be one of the highlights of my experience there!—but I tried to reassure myself that whatever experience I was having was the one I needed to have, regardless of my plans, expectations, or fantasies. So I bowed down to the humbling force of my headache and whatever other ways this virus was ravaging my well-being at the moment, and summoned forth the dream world as my fingers made their way along my strand of carnelian beads I use as a mala.  

  Thursday, 22 December 2016

 By this point, I was learning to appreciate whatever experience was being dictated by my physical condition, and the unexpected wisdom that came along with it. The hours I spent shut away in my hotel room afforded me the opportunity to explore ideas of leaders such as Oren Lyons, Noam Chomsky, Howard Zinn, and others. Sure, these guys and their unforgiving critiques of modern society have been around for decades, but this was the first time I was really being exposed their ideas. I lay in my hotel room and listened to interviews and lectures. I learned quite a bit about the social history around the fundamental values set forth in the US Constitution, and how we’ve gone astray in actually living them out. I realized with startling clarity how very relevant all of their messages are to the present struggle we see around us, and it all helped me understand the principles and importance of Standing Rock even more.

Like so many other Americans, I have lived the majority of my life, up to this point, in blissful denial of the warpath our way of living have forged across the planet and in convenient ignorance to the suicide machine that is modern society. We are unsustainable. Certain groups of people, especially indigenous cultures, have been warning us of this for decades—centuries even.. The infrastructure that sustains us is already crumbling, but many of us—particularly in this country, where we have to power to continue to hoard a disproportionate fraction of the world’s remaining resources and thus maintain our current standard of living—choose to simply ignore the facts, even as we find ourselves in the 11th hour. We ignore the fact that, by the time we are actually inconvenienced or caused any sort of discomfort that we CAN’T ignore, it will already be too late. I am almost tempted to say, simply, that it is already too late, period. But perhaps it isn’t.

So I’ve resolved to become more informed. I’ll study the wisdom and ideas of others, about why civilization in its present form just doesn’t work. I’ll make myself more aware of the ripple effect that my actions have on the world around me, and work to mitigate that effect where is it most harmful. When and where I can, I will join others in the effort to dismantle the power structures that oppress and rob and kill. This is the transformation Standing Rock has to offer me, I think. I’m waking up in a new way, all over again. This is the next step of my journey—to become more conscious of my role in this intricate web of life and to improve my impact upon it. And to move forward, eyes wide open, wondering if and how we can survive the position we’ve put ourselves in?

In other news, I also spent a few hours at camp on this day. I was excited to show up to Rosebud medical and have Rachel take a look at my eyes, which were almost completely cleared up after using the honey/saline and colloidal silver drops. I was also pleased to discover that they had a new EMT helping out there. Her name is Ann and she came from Washington state, although she had grown up in Alaska and was therefore well-matched for the North Dakota winter weather.

A couple of elders also visited the medical tent while I was there. One was the woman who had given me Tylenol at the casino a couple of nights prior. He name is Kassie. She’s a little taller than your average woman, with a heavy build and dark hair frosted with gray. She’s a Lakota woman, as a tattoo across her right forearm proudly proclaims. She’s a mother and grandmother, as well as a tattoo artist. She hiked up her sleeves and pant legs to show us some of the beautiful tattoos she had done on herself.

“I’m addicted,” she admitted. “I’m really missing the ink right now, being away from home. I can’t wait to get some more work done.”

Kassie had traveled to and from the camp several times over the past several months. On her present visit, she had been hospitalized with double pneumonia. The night I met her at the casino, in fact, was the night she had just been discharged from the ICU in Fort Yates, the reservation hospital about an hour south of Standing Rock. Now family turmoil was calling her back home again, and she spent a long time talking quietly and tearfully with Jacque, with whom she’d clearly developed a close relationship.

The other woman is named Silvia. She is in her 60s, short and squat, with a head full of short hair in various shades of silver and gray. She is Cuban but has lived in the States for the majority of her life, as far as I could tell. Presently she has a home in California, but seems to spend a great deal of her time traveling and living out her life’s work as an activist. This warm and intelligent vegetarian woman has multiple arrests under her belt from participating in acts of civil disobedience across the country. Her children support her, for the most part, she tells me, but they still get frustrated with her when she calls them from jail. When she’s not acting out against the establishment, Silvia loves to cook (especially lentils, which she swears will cure anything) and learn about the lives and passions of the new people she meets along the road. Her house in California, she tells me, is a safe house and I am welcome there any time I happen to be in the Hayward area.

It was well worth the trip to Rosebud just to meet these two powerful and inspiring grandmothers. I talked at length with Silvia, and a bit with Kassie as well. These are the types of matriarchs our society needs right now—fierce but gentle, honest and uncompromising, wise and absolutely unafraid to stand up for what they feel is right. I need to stay in touch with these women, I thought to myself. I could follow Silvia anywhere. I’d get arrested with her, no question about it.

  23 December 2016

 Today was originally my planned departure date, so I could be home for Christmas. However, I don't feel that my work here is done yet. I'll be staying another several days. Medic council still needs support, and there are places yet to be explored, people yet to be met at camp. Have a warm and cheerful Christmas, everyone.

Today I went to Bismarck to run some errands. I stopped at a co-op and replenished my food stores. I also got some yummy fresh vegetarian food, and although I couldn’t taste it, it felt good to nourish my body in that way. I was also pleasantly surprised to discover that the co-op café had golden milk. Turmeric is my favorite wonder-drug, so I treated myself to a hot cup of that as well.

After lunch, I did some laundry at a nearby laundromat—mine and Rachel’s. Poor Rachel kept apologizing profusely for giving me her dirtiest leggings and socks to wash, but I assured her I couldn’t smell a thing and wasn’t offended in the least.

It was an interesting experience. For one, I’d never done laundry at a laundromat. And also, there was an odd young woman there. She first struck me as odd because I was standing at the washing machine next to her, loading my clothes, when suddenly she turned to squarely face me and stared me down with a stern expression, her lips tight as if she were getting ready to scold me for something. I checked the space around me to make sure I hadn’t moved her things or accidently hijacked a machine she was using. Nope. I raised my eyebrows toward her in a kind of questioning way, but she didn’t say a thing.

She eventually went about her business, switching over her laundry, then returned to a chair to wait for the next load to be ready. I heard her talking and glanced over in her direction, assuming she’d be on a cell phone. But she wasn’t. She was talking out loud to herself, or to someone else she perceived to be there but whom no one else could see. I happened to be using the machines closest to this woman yet chose not to move because, aside from our initial encounter, she didn’t seem to be paying me much attention anyway. Several of the other patrons gave me looks, ranging from merely quizzical to “oh my god be careful, she’s nuts.”

Her ramblings were sometimes heated and aggressive, accompanied my stomping and wild gestures, which I’ll admit made me slightly nervous, but for the most part I just wondered what it must be like to be her. She sat down right next to me with a soda while I folded clothes—unconventionally close in fact, but she paid me no mind as she talked about her one true love and how, if she couldn’t be with him in this life, perhaps she could be in the next, because they were destined for one another. Perhaps she’d just scrap this life altogether and start a new one, she conjectured out loud. Sure, a lot of it sounded entirely nonsensical, but I also played a game of pretending that she wasn’t “nuts” and tried to imagine what life would be like if we all just moved in and out of various realities, the way she seemed to do. What if we were aware of the difference between our soul existence and our corporeal existence? What if we could switch from one reality to another as it suited us? What reality would I hop to now, given that kind of infinite option? Hmmm…

So, I finished the laundry and picked up a few more items around town for myself and Rosebud medical before heading south, back to camp. I stopped by Rosebud briefly to deliver the things I’d gotten up for them before heading back to the lodge.

Back in Cincinnati, some of my family was gathered for Christmas, including my father, sister, and one of my brothers, and all the associated spouses and children. I talked on the phone with them, happy to be able to share in the gathering at least in that way. I didn’t miss the shopping and gift exchanging that goes along with Christmas. In fact, I was quite relieved to have avoided it altogether this year. However, I did miss the opportunity to be with my siblings, nieces, and nephews. They were all quite curious to hear about what I’ve been experiencing in Standing Rock, and we agreed to get together soon after my return.