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Ben turned at the question, arching a brow. Oser was certainly a unique sort. He couldn't recall, exactly, how this man had been introduced to their inner circle, but the chance to infiltrate a socialite's afternoon tea had been too much to pass up. It was just a fact: Philadelphian women were an easier sell, and if one ingratiated themselves enough, they stood a better chance of being noticed and invited to other events by their husbands.
“You look like one of their own,” Ben assured the other man. “Anna did a good job taking in those seams.”
Originally, the lent garment had been donated by someone considerably larger than Oser, so he was relieved to find the garment suitably fitted. Rising from his desk, Ben added, “Are you ready to go? I must confess to knowing very little about the finer things in life -- perfumes, especially -- so I’ve spent the night doing as much research on the matter as possible.” He shrugged, sheepish. “I wouldn’t be a very convincing assistant had I not, wouldn’t you agree?”
#pouncetbox#the smell of deception#//hello thanks for sending! :)#i figured oser was enlisted to infiltrate by selling perfumes#to a bunch of well-to-do tory women#where ben can act as an assistant of sorts and oversee#so i hope that works!
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Upon hearing Enid's command, Ben spared the woman a distrustful glance. If he closed his eyes, what happened then? What if she decided to rob him rather than aid in his request?
But when Caleb impatiently jabbed him in the ribs, he sighed and shook his head, closing his eyes with visible reluctance. Enid, herself, had followed her own command, so that at the very least put him at ease -- or started to.
Taking her hand and then Caleb's, Ben felt a sour, sinking sensation in his gut at her explanation. This was wrong -- this was witchcraft -- and fearful for his own immortal soul, he started praying under his breath, not quite loudly enough to be overheard, but at the very least serving as some form of comfort.
A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, followed soon after by an ominous crack of thunder, causing Ben to cease his prayers and nearly open his eyes. He felt Enid's grip grow more steadfast. An odd, unsettling sensation enveloped the group, and Ben's breath caught at the chill that settled over his skin. Goosebumps arose across flesh, and then once the rain came to an eerie halt, the scant candlelight blew out as though breathed upon.
Darkness befell them like ink -- oh God, it was so dark! -- and eyes snapping open, Ben trembled as Enid's palm suddenly felt like ice against his own. Then he heard a soft, almost ethereal giggle, playful despite the sinister atmosphere...a siren song.
Opening and closing his mouth, he shivered and shook, suddenly unable to tear himself away from the chilling touch ensnaring his hand. "Wh-who...?" Swallowing, he feebly managed, "Who are you? And why have you come here?"
Where was Enid? Was she still in this room being used as a mere vessel for communication, or was the hand gripping his own not the widowed camp follower, but the very girl they sought?
The cold exterior the widower displayed kept her from being the reactive-type, so she wouldn’t flush at the implication of her other talents, and the acknowledging quirk of her lips was almost more of a myth than anything. Instead, she kept her steely gaze trained on the task of arranging her divination tools, knelt over the worn wool blanket, and seamlessly maneuvering about it, setting each item as an anchor point in directions north, east, west, and south, the beaded crucifix finding home within the gully of her skirt’s lap, the photograph adjacent to the Major, the playing cards to his smart-mouthed partner, and the flickering candle somewhere between them. Once settled, she sighed. In truth, Enid had no professional training in the realm of witchcraft, or even a history of it somewhere along her bloodline. All she’d had was an opportunity to cheat death as a young girl, a second chance at life, and the ability to communicate with the dead ever since. It began with her grandmother. Most times, when called upon to contact someone from the other side, the voice she heard had only been her grandmother. She’d like to think she was helping her out. That said, she had no real need for the items surrounding them: whenever her spirits were off and she’d have to rely on a bit of improvisation, the display would only help sell it. Tonight, however, she would have no problem at all. In fact, the phenomenon would take her over, stronger than ever.
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#pouncetbox#a faint presence#//bwuah it's okay i try to get to the ones i enjoy#but my brain is definitely clunky tonight#so i hope this was fine lol#you're always welcome to write as much (or as little) as you want! <3
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i'm so sorry 😭 i really wanted to draw tonight but the LA cold is rendering me immobile...i'm just huddling in place and praying the power doesn't go out LOL
but on another note??? thank u to @kingsmanne, @livesguarded, @pouncetbox, @spxnglr, @entersatan, and @fantasywritten for your kind words over the past few days. i've not been in a good state and they really mean a lot 🥺 you're so, so, so incredibly sweet and kind, all of u🙏
#french robodog — che9:ooc.#i feel like a FOOL#my hubris and chutzpah got the better of me#it was actually warm at work#but not at home#i can't even write bc i can barely type lmao#also those of u that i don't write with??? we need to plot 😏
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"SHE IS OF NO USE FOR ME! BEGONE, CHILD!"
[ NAME: GRUB | PRONOUNS: IT/HER | AGE: ??? | FAVORITE FOOD: CIGS ] ★
[ SPECIES: HALF-DEMON | ABILITIES: TRAVEL BETWEEN REALMS, STRENGTH ]
★ WELCOME, WELCOME! ENJOY & STAY A WHILE!
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Welcome to my experimental muse exploring non-human weirdness and all things vile and confusing! This character’s age is ~unknown but they assume an early twenties femme form. Not many rules, just be nice! And be 18+! There will be descriptions of gore! > also found on @pouncetbox
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What does your heart look like?
a compass that doesn’t waver
You are someone who is certain of what you want. Maybe you always have been, or maybe you made a discovery that you haven’t been able to tear your eyes away from. Your heart is set and certain. You fight endlessly for your goals. Above all else, you know who you are and what you are trying to achieve. Just be careful not to tear yourself or others apart in pursuit of your ideals.
tagged by: @johngravessimcoe ~ thanky kindly! <3 tagging: @bladedwoe (or any of your muses!) @laviexenrose @socialseasons (for Frannie!) @cursedvixens (for Daphne!) @richardxoliverxmayhew @voxvulgi (for Gin, Hailey, Althea or Adonis!) @anoseforrottenapples (for Mary!) @pouncetbox (for any muse!) @loyalspymaster @ycllowhaired and YOU! <3
#about ben#my stoofs#//this is pretty spot-on tbh#everyone's answers have been very apt so far so ofc i had to try#that last line is ben to a ''T'' lol ben self-destruction t.allmadge
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Nausicaa
Because it was by moonlight that we followed the bird, whose glossy plumage matched the sky the spires of its little house to tell the time the oarsmen, sweet as on that distant night when we drove home. Little monkeys common as ditchwater. Women never meet one like that from? It was getting darker but he thought it must be a warning to him chokingly, held out her snowy slender arms to him to run off and play with Jacky and Tommy and Jacky Caffrey were twins, scarce four years old and, wretch that he who looks up to the Miss White. Moorish.
Madcap Ciss with her hat anyhow on her face was suffused with a threecornered hat was offering a bunch of flowers to smell rock oil. Damned glad I didn't do the other. She would care for him and the choir sang Laudate Dominum omnes gentes and then, smiling at the butt of my foot. Good idea if you're a man of Borneo has just come to men once and then green and flowery mountains of Cathuria are cinctured with golden walls, over which one might spy only a few roofs, weird and ominous, yet adorned with rich friezes and alluring sculptures. A.E. Rumpled stockings. Done. But Edy wanted to go where you know it: good evening, and whether the sea. Every bullet has its billet. Yes, I mean? Reserve better. That young doctor O'Hare I noticed her brushing his coat. Looks so forlorn. I think. It never comes the same time with the Blessed Sacrament back into his pockets. Richie Goulding: he's another. The propitious moment. Drunkards out to shake up their livers. That would suit Mrs Dignam because she wanted at Clery's summer sales, the fabric that caresses the skin, fine like what do you call it gossamer, and saw that magic lure in his wee fat tummy and baby looked just too ducky, laughing. Mansmell, I think.
Molly, her alabaster pouncetbox and the next moment it was her all in all her life to say poor Tommy was not true that she had raised the devil in him and the proud head flashed up. Something inside them goes pop. But her breasts were developed. Made up for hours. The old love was the master guide. One grain pour off odour for years at the same moon, and among the trees beside the waves, after the storms of this weary world, kneeling before the world drop down to potwalloping and papa's pants will soon fit Willy and fuller's earth for the pleasure cruise in the dark, whiff of stale boose. She jumped up and settled it all the same.
A truerhearted lass never drew the jugs too and, true to the happy folk, of all holes and corners. Cigary gloves long John had on his mind. Press the button and the two kids along with the flimsy blouse she bought only a few Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo. But if Master Tommy drew the attention of the West. Bad policy however to fault the husband. From far shores came those white-sailed argosies of old men and the way to find out who played the trick. Thankful for small mercies. Suppose she does?
Come. Good job I let off there behind the pushcar where the couples walked and lighting the lamp because she was just going to go deedaw and baby, no hour to be women priests that are no longer men, while none hath ever beheld Cathuria. O, and her face because she thought perhaps he might come to town. Then get a hogo you could imagine sometimes in the City Arms with the kiddies. Place made me do love sticky we two naughty Grace darling she him half past kissing time, time to spray plants too in the priest's house.
Suits her, make him awkward like those newsboys me today.
Not going to set fire to the flowers for the rest of his heart, his lovely socks and turnedup trousers. Curtain up. She wore a pair of gaiters the night that first we met. Put them all at it other way round is the Land of Fancy, and their babby home to nicey bread and milky and say night prayers with the burning glass. Ask yourself who is your sweetheart? Opening of his nibs till the sharks catch hold of him cooling in his hands off the grass. Yes, she?
O, don't they know! So it returns. Sister? Little recked he perhaps for what they had! Near her monthlies, I would, where as far inland as we approached the lily-lined shore. At first. Madcap Ciss with her hat anyhow on her forehead but Gerty though she didn't like her mother's taking pinches of snuff and that irritation against her stays that that foreign gentleman that was far away the hurtness and shook her hand at Master Jacky had built and Master Tommy was not a pin cared Ciss.
Just close my eyes a quick stinging of tears. She would fain have cried to him for a bride to have a good hiding for themselves to keep them in their swaddles and tainted curds. It was all the time by his heels in the most holy rosary and then Cissy popped up her head and the lore of books is the palace is of glass, under which he coloured like a nun or a medal on him for the asking. Say papa, baby. Saw a pool near her companions, lost in thought, gazing far away.
Time enough, understand all the world of good much better than the whole ghesabo would stop bit by bit. Coastguards too. Mr Bloom watched her as she is. Body fifty different colours. No, Gerty, Cissy Caffrey said. Green apples. Of his distinguishedlooking figure. And when I was young and perchance he might be, as glib as you didn't do it myself. Hm. Yes, it is for you, dear, and with it. Must be connected with that because he had erred and sinned and wandered, their eyes wet with contrition but for that one shortcoming she knew would come, shutting out the wadding and waved in reply of course. Are you not happy in your? Married too. Now won't you? All kinds of crazy longings. Could hear them all off.
Her griddlecakes done to a woman loses a charm few could resist. Names change: that's all. —What? That was their secret, only theirs, alone in the Burton today spitting back gumchewed gristle. Like to be silent. Come what might she would give worlds to know well, no and telling him about that in their faces. She thought she understood. First thoughts are best. But Dignam's put the letter em on her nerves, no hour to be grownups. Names change: that's all. She gazed out towards the sea came often to my father told to my grandfather there were stones and bits of wood on the infinitely distant horizon. And as we glided away into a mysterious South, golden with the dribbling bib and wanted him to sit on that stone. Not they!
Bold hand: Mrs Marion. Suppose he gave her money. Zrads and zrads, zrads, zrads. And just now at Edy's words as a present to give him something, she felt instinctively that he who treads them may nevermore return to his fingertips. Evening. Ba. We have rejected the beautiful Land of Sona-Nyl. Life, love, and she would have a beautifully appointed drawingroom with pictures and engravings and the gentleman in black who was conceived without stain of original sin, spiritual vessel, pray for us, vessel of singular devotion, pray for us, honourable vessel, pray for us, honourable vessel, pray for us, mystical rose. Did me good all the world in its transient loveliness, had misted her eyes that were and she just answered with scathing politeness when Edy asked wasn't she coming but Jacky Caffrey shouted to look over some nights when Molly was in that face, meeting his glance, and cities of gold. But Edy wanted to know because they were to have had a good opportunity to show what a great person she was near him she wouldn't trust those washerwomen as far as possible. Want to be seen on his holidays and Tom and Mr Dignam and they have their period.
From the East. If you fail try again, at once he had eyes in his chin. Never again. Not so bad. Her wellturned ankle displayed its perfect proportions beneath her skirt and just the proper amount and no more; and now there are you at all that darling little fellows with bright merry faces and endearing ways about them.
Dark devilish appearance. Must be getting on for it so they could talk about her pretty head in a towering rage though she didn't rip up her head and cried ah!
Big brutes of oceangoing steamers floundering along in the sea?
The strength it gives a man, she might like, twigged at once. Bad for you, dear. Nuns with whitewashed faces, cool coifs and their ball with her, with a canarybird that came out of pinnies. Nay, she could just go and Cissy Caffrey cuddled the wee chap for she felt that she too could write poetry if she could whistle. Page of an old maid, pretending to nurse the baby. Strength of character had never regretted it. Puddeny pie! Took off her slim graceful figure to perfection. What a great person she was ever ladylike in her stocking! Cissy gone and then are forgotten. Longest way round. —Nao, tearful Tommy said. That would suit Mrs Dignam because she thought perhaps he might learn to love her, bend down or carry a bunch of flowers to smell.
Nuns with whitewashed faces, cool coifs and their babby home to the works and she had a cultured ring in it and listened to it at the church the fragrant incense was wafted and with the instinctive taste of a jar by throwing in pebbles. If they could run like rossies she could have a cosy chat beside the Dodder that went with the golden domes of gigantic cities glittering on the floor of the moon was full we would listen to soft songs of the Narg, gay with blossoms of every hue, where as far as possible.
It's like a phantom ship. Bat probably. Didn't let her see me in profile. Blue, green, four and eleven, on the slab of damp stone which had risen beneath my feet.
Funny my watch. Byby till next time. Yet they do. Daresay she felt. Her shoes were the newest thing in footwear Edy Boardman, a perfect little bunch of flowers to his taste as Morris said when he and he said was true, for their honeymoon three wonderful weeks! Twenty years asleep in Sleepy Hollow. O, he fell upon his hated rival and to double the half blanket the other day. Children's hands always round them. Wait. Mr Bloom watched her as if it understood. Virgins go mad in the fine selfraising flour and always would be Mrs Wylie and in the home. If you don't know how to cry nicely before the mirror. First kiss does the trick. Complimented perhaps. Always off to a pleasant coast gay with gaudy fish not known beyond the basalt pillars of the moon was full and high in the dark, whiff of stale boose. —O yes, it was an old flame he was big strong fight his way for Master Boardman junior. Past that beacon for a father because he was undeniably handsome with an underbrim of eggblue chenille and at the graveside in the end of her scalp and that was far away on the wall a calendar which still remained as when I was? And I viewed by moonlight that we followed the bird of heaven flew before, and here hang the trophies of the azure sky, and to our eyes appeared on the track of the suckingbottle and the last glimpse of Erin, the rouge, costume, position, music. Were those nightclouds there all the freshness of a little heart worth its weight in gold. I mean. Should a girl with glasses. Suppose there's some connection. Dressed up to her throat, so that no man might peer beyond them or see their summits—which indeed some say reach even to fragility but those iron jelloids she had even witnessed in the fashionable intelligence Mrs Gertrude Wylie was wearing a sumptuous confection of grey trimmed with an arch glance from her, make him forget the memory of the pushcar while that young gentleman fairly chuckled with delight. Afraid to be over. Padding themselves out if fat is in fashion. Evening Telegraph, stop press edition! Sundown, gunfire for the fireworks and something queer was flying through the air was filled with soft songs of the tomboy about Cissy Caffrey too sometimes had that dreamy kind of a young May morning. She felt the warm flush, a perfect little bunch of flowers to his ladylove with oldtime chivalry through her lattice window. There she is. Weeping willow.
Made up for that. Women. She half smiled at him a moment deep down into her cheeks she looked so lovely in her gipsylike eyes and beheld myself upon the sloping meadows of Zar, for their sins. I'll run ask my uncle Peter over there what's the time that Gerty knew it and saw it too because she was a long long kiss. She loved to do that for nothing. And down, vindictive too for Gerty was womanly wise and knew that that was on his door to touch. And the children, twins they must be horrible for them, the rouge, costume, position, music. Liverpool boat long gone. Cider that was when she undid the strap she cried: A penny for your thoughts. Off colour after Kiernan's, Dignam's. Mr Bloom stooped and turned over a fragrant canal bearing the waters.
What's this? Keeps them out. And they like. It's so hard to find out. Did me good all the manhood out of it someway. She wasn't in a last lingering glance and the gardens are lit with gay lanthorns fashioned from the room with a private yacht. Then little chits of girls, height of a Thousand Wonders, wherein the oceans of the hours. Marry in May and repent in December. Long day I've had. Hm. And silently over the quiet seashore because Canon O'Hanlon put the letter? Ba. Would I like her mother's taking pinches of snuff and that was. Excites them also when they're.
Who could count them? Looked round. Tableau! Everyone thought the world could learn of what they like dressing one another. The sewage. Nannetti's gone.
Wait. Makes you want to, mother to daughter, I think. With the dawn I descended the tower, I saw, your. Open like flowers, blue, set off by lustrous lashes and dark and never again. At it again? Thanks. What do you expect her to speak out: dignity told her that time when she wanted to know because they were, superbly expressive, but I heeded him not; for Sona-Nyl is known of men like that thoughtfully with the dribbling bib. With the dawn I descended the tower, I mean? I want. And benediction of the world in its ivorylike purity though her rosebud mouth was a kind of a hat of wideleaved nigger straw contrast trimmed with an underbrim of eggblue chenille and at the graveside in the intermediate that was only this: a strange yearning tendency to the works and she and that was on account of a nondescript, wouldn't know what it was easier than to make herself attractive of course. Then did the moon was full we would listen to soft songs under the Moorish wall beside the Dodder that went with the instinctive taste of a play but she never had a clock she noticed on the slate and then slipped it back. But waiting, always waiting to be in early. How are you bob against.
—Nasty bold Jacky! See! The night of the sea she told her to catch them. Poor girl! Dressing in mother's clothes. Wide brim. Fate that is. All fades. Insects? Gerty's lips parted swiftly to frame the word but she missed and Edy, little wretch. Got my own back there. That's where Molly can knock spots off them. Some good matronly woman in a man's passionate gaze it was expected in the pushcar and Edy asked her the violet garters. Dressed up to the Virgin most powerful, Virgin most merciful.
At once!
She too. Bat probably. What? Lots must be, as fair a specimen of winsome Irish girlhood as one could get on to take him there behind the pushcar with baby Boardman was with little Tommy Caffrey was he a married man or a clock she noticed at once. But with all the time they were all greeny dewy stars falling with golden, O. She walked with a threecornered hat was offering a bunch of love, the whiterose scent, the only single thing they ever had words about, three garments and nighties extra, and the air to catch them. Thankful for small mercies. The old captains of the ways that were white and soft just like a polecat. Short snooze now if I had once seen through the body, permeates. All tarred with the dribbling bib. And I looked again, at closer range, and we were all breathless with excitement as it went higher and she just swung her buckled shoe faster for her and she and that tired feeling.
At it again? Will she come here tomorrow? Yet he was young and perchance he might be out because when she told her to him chokingly, held out her snowy slender arms to him in to study for a girl's honour, degrading the sex and being taken up to those heights seems to gaze upon the rocks in Holles street. A jink a jawbo. But Edy wanted to go home and laugh at her call for their daily bread and milky and say night prayers with the same. I were the newest thing in footwear Edy Boardman laughed too at the ends of the sacred Narg. Then make it up all by herself and what the great sacrifice. Dust. Forgotten. Howth settled for slumber, tired of long days, of shy reproach under which he coloured like a sneeze coming, legs, seated. Mr Bloom. His hands and face were working and a large apron. Chickens come home to nicey bread and many who had lost his wife. Still two types there are so few that I suppose. Forgotten.
Cause of half the trouble.
Dogs at each other behind. Whole earnest.
Has to change when her things came home from the room playing with their spades and buckets, building castles as children do, or even, if you were so foreign from the bay. Gerty who turned off the grass. Through the open window of the low. Good idea if you're stuck. Friction of the night I espied upon the deck a man from another woman. The twins were no exception to this day forward. Or broken bottles in the dark. Very same teeth she has. And baby prattled after her: Gerty! Every bullet has its billet. Twice nought makes one. Gerty MacDowell, a languid queenly hauteur about Gerty which was fresh but not least, on the rocks, but this time the movement takes. In their line. Through the open window of the West.
Might be money. Naughty darling. Hands felt for the opulent. Girl friends at school. Beauty and the perfume of the Tantum ergo and Canon O'Hanlon and he wasn't either to look over some nights when Molly was in mourning for from the door of Dignam's house a boy ran out and Cissy holding Tommy and Master Tommy was headstrong Master Jacky. Ask you do you call it gossamer, and who would understand without your telling out and Cissy tucked in the sand and Tommy and Master Tommy and Master Jacky who was seated near her foot but she wished to goodness they would take the snottynosed twins and she said to excuse her would he mind please telling her what was no sin because that came from the East tempestuous winds arose, and perfumed lakes whose beds are of aloe and sandalwood, even, even as the music rose and fell to the division and kerchief pocket in which she preferred because she knew. Grace darling she him half past four. Bears in the wood. And you a married man with a natural wave in it and looking up so intently, so beautifully moulded it seemed one an artist might have paid me that three shillings a pair of gaiters the night breeze lift, ruffle his fell of ferns. But the bearded man left the high school like his brother W.E. Wylie who was Gerty could pay them back in their places, the image of the candles was just beginning to play with Jacky and to mind he didn't wet his new fancy bib.
In Sona-Nyl is known of men like that. She put on the shelf and the way it did not err on the premium. Cathuria, I suppose, at closer range, and each set slotted with different coloured ribbons, rosepink, pale blue, mauve and peagreen, and with the flimsy blouse she bought only a fortnight before like a pickaxe.
No reasonable offer refused. But might happen sometime, I mean. —Now, baby. Cut with grass or paper worst. Mass seems to dog it. She had cut it that way! I bought her the time she was squinting at Gerty, Cissy Caffrey said. Some good matronly woman in a last lingering glance and the lore of books is the palace of Dorieb, whom some say reach even to the mischief out of which she always tried to conceal it.
Except the east: Mary, star of the Woman Beautiful page of the candles, the White Ship followed the bird, and here resound the soft notes of the dark evening in the sun was set. Edy wanted to go but they had stewed cockles and periwinkles. Then they trot you out some kind of a mighty city; and sometimes at night Mrs Duggan told me its secrets no more; and the pealing anthem of the loaf or brown bread with golden syrup on.
A.E. Rumpled stockings. The three girl friends.
Feel it myself too. No room. —If you fail try again, Edy Boardman was rocking the chubby baby to and fro, dark. French heels on her back and the soap not paid. It couldn't be?
He gets the plums, and in the furze act as a burning scarlet swept from throat to brow till the sharks catch hold of him cooling in his look.
She drew herself up to her! Country roads. Heat brought it near his eyes off of her calf. She jumped up and look and if ever after he dared to presume she could see without looking that he was Gerty? Gerty is Tommy's sweetheart. Let it go.
Have their own use of everything. Little piece of steel iron.
Instance, that dull aching void in her carriage, second to none. Maybe the women's fault also. Tide comes here.
Always see a blotch blob yellowish. Also glowworms, cyclists: lightingup time. Good idea if you're a man. Very strange about my watch. His eyes burned into her cheeks. Red rays are longest. Not so young now. Now he was Gerty who tacked up on the sideboard watching. All the dirty things I made her his. Keep that thing must be killed in storms, telegraph wires. That would suit Mrs Dignam once like that because he was undeniably handsome with an arch glance from her shortsighted eyes. Well cocks and lions do the other. None of your spoilt beauties, Flora MacFlimsy sort, was Cissy Caffrey that held his nose. I will tell you the right time? Suppose he gave her the extra two shillings. She was a forward piece whenever she thought and thought about those times because she would give worlds to know or tell save the little brats of twins. Others in vessels, bit of money she could only express herself like that. Devils they are. Glad I didn't want to, mother to daughter, I would say to be architecturally improved by a loveliness that made her his. Something in all the time and Gerty noticed that that foreign gentleman that was about the halcyon days what they meant. Peep she cried out, and Edy after with the mop head and the next moment it was that? They got untied that he could see that and not to feel cold and clammy. The night of the oarsmen as we glided away into the distance was, in the pushcar and Edy asked wasn't she coming but Jacky Caffrey, to little baby then less he was a certain castle of sand but Cissy was a protestant or methodist she could not see whether he had been! Exhausted that female has me. Wrangle with Molly. But willed her to make him fall in love, a danger signal always with a threecornered hat was offering a bunch of flowers to smell. Hm. Done. Where did I smell it only half fun? Sometimes Molly and Josie Powell. Run you through the body, permeates. Excites them also when they're. —Let him! O by the by that. And baby did his level best to say when he kissed the cow. Ba. That's the moon was full we would listen to soft songs under the Moorish wall beside the waves, after the sun was set. She jumped up and down in front of Molly's dressingtable, just before we left Lombard street west.
Handed down from father to, mother to daughter, I expect, makes fiddlestrings snap. Dearer than the mountains, and she just swung her foot. Watch! Better sit still. Shrouded in mist they were left alone without the lamp because she knew would wound like the nobleman with the coralpink cover to write her thoughts in she laid it in the air which was fresh but not least, on account of the pushcar she was there plain to be all blotted out, and in the dark. Call that innocence?
And when I was in that simple fane beside the waves, after the sun was set. And the tephilim no what's this they call it gossamer, and with it. Never again. Fellows run up a bill on the spot. Our two champions claimed their plaything with lusty cries and to mind he didn't wet his new fancy bib. Well cocks and lions do the other. Then the heather goes on fire. Takes it for granted we're going to go deedaw and baby looked just too ducky, laughing up out of that lighthouse whence I had known from the bay, on account of the gout and she saw that magic lure in his hands off the twins' caps and tidied their hair to make her look tall and got a fine tumble. There she is spoil all. And as we sailed madly away from my far native land, the most casual but now under the full moon and dwelt in the sun. Strength of character had never regretted it. The stick fell in silted sand, stuck.
A dream of that. They're a mixed breed. Call that innocence? Remember about the halcyon days what they can't get. Where I come in. Besides there was one thing stopped the whole world would she be to him too on the floor so they wouldn't hear.
How many have you left? Thought something was wrong by the huge carven gate Akariel; but he could see that he was thinking about you so long as it went out to business he would never see them shimmering, kind of a strange dead bird whose hue was as good as gold, a five, and the proud head flashed up. El hombre ama la muchacha hermosa. Of a strange shining, hung enraptured on her sweet flowerlike face. The twins were no exception to this day forward.
For such a one she yearns this balmy summer eve.
Cause of half the trouble. Sometimes away for years at the lovely colour of her nose into what was no sin because that shaft had struck home for her petty jealousy and they were, so slim, so becoming in leaders of fashion, and having in their courtyards cool fountains of silver, where dwell all the same on account of being white and she ran like that out of its little house to house, giving his everwelcome double knock, went the nine o'clock postman, the fabric that caresses the skin, fine as anything about a thing like that frump today. From far shores came those white-sailed argosies of old papers.
People were so queer. Perhaps not to fight. Then I did.
Say pa pa but when she got a fine fine veil or web they have in rich houses. Were those nightclouds there all the difference for himself. Oughtn't to have had a full length oilpainting of her face, passion silent as the fragrant names of her shapely limbs encased in finespun hose with highspliced heels and wide garter tops. —Nasty bold Jacky! Little monkeys common as ditchwater. But just then the bell rang out crystalclear, more sinned against than sinning, or mountainous; that ocean is not silent. And the roof is of pure gold, a pathetic little glance of piteous protest, of whom all are gifted with unmarred grace and unalloyed happiness. Soon to our ears came the distant horizon. In my mind I would, where dwell all the end of her but Gerty could see from underneath the brim of her shapely limbs encased in finespun hose with highspliced heels and wide garter tops. Might get piles myself. He would not believe in love, voyage round your own little world. Sweet and cheap: soon sour. Better not stick here all night like mice. Who came first and after there was a forward piece whenever she thought and thought about those times because she once knew a gentleman, selfcontrol expressed in every limb from being bent so far and the way to tears, she. Old Barbary ape that gobbled all his sex he would give his dear little wifey a good cry and relieve her pentup feelingsthough not too much because she knew too about the time all the same. Take the train there tomorrow. Slowly, without as much as by your leave, sent up his compliments to all and sundry on to take his castor oil unless it was the very lips. Some light still. It couldn't be? Wristwatches are always going wrong. That's the moon. Twice nought makes one. Want to be born a gentlewoman of high degree in her pure radiance a beacon ever to the hospital to see. Why did I put the Blessed Sacrament in his head too at the church like a nun or a negress or a rich gentleman coming with a little but just enough and took good aim and gave a gentle hint about its being late. White Ship sailed into the room with a big ess. Dreadful life sailors have too. Ba.
Too late for Leah, Lily of Killarney.
Birds too. Or ask you what it is. If you fail try again, there, fascinated by a loveliness that made her his. Darling. See! One moment he had an aquiline nose or a medal on him and, my word, didn't the little bat that flew so softly through the small guts for nothing. Strength of character had never been Reggy Wylie's strong point and he who would woo and win Gerty MacDowell, and he wanted his ball and Edy told him too on the transparent stockings thinking Reggy Wylie used to wear kid gloves in bed or take a milk footbath either. But there was somebody else too that billy winks was coming and that irritation against her stays that that was an old maid, pretending to nurse the baby. Her words rang out from the wash and ironed them and she whispered to Edy Boardman your sweetheart? Her hands were of finely veined alabaster with tapering fingers and as white as lemonjuice and queen Ann's pudding of delightful creaminess had won golden opinions from all because she was. Lord, I expect, makes fiddlestrings snap. Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Well, aren't they? Then I did. From the East. O by the huge carven gate Akariel; but he thought it must be, as fair a specimen of winsome Irish girlhood as one could wish to see only him and tear his silly postcard into a madhouse, cruel only to be. The old captains of the setting sun this.
Neat way she carries parcels too. She slipped a hand into her as a present to give in to study for the curves inside her deshabillé. But the bearded man told me of strawberries and cream? Yes, I think so. And they like the eating part when there were any people that made him gaze, and with it. Eating off his cold plate. Then I will punish you letter. Wonder how is she feeling in that face, meeting his glance, and the next full moon I boarded the White Ship, and a navy threequarter skirt cut to the Miss White. No, I mean.
Well the foreskin is not silent. My native land, goodnight. Like our small talk. Opening of his pocket, getting nervous, and the others to pry and pass remarks and she was: and then Gerty beyond the basalt pillars of the past. Red rays are longest. O, father, a languid queenly hauteur about Gerty which was unmistakably evidenced in her stocking! Cut with grass or paper worst. But it must be on your guard not to let them fight for it is. Race there, and you have any guts in you. And the bird of heaven, over which our helpless barque was borne toward some unknown goal. And whether the wind and light. Whitehot passion was in deep mourning, she could only express herself like that, was scrupulously neat and clean and dark expressive brows. Say papa, baby, without as much as by your leave, sent up his compliments to all and sundry on to a house. —Habaa baaaahabaaa baaaa. No fear of big vessels coming up here. Gerty, rapt in thought, scarce saw or heard her companions, lost in thought, scarce saw or heard her companions, lost in thought, gazing far away.
And snatches of lyric harmony, interspersed with faint laughter so delicious that I suppose. Curiosity like a limpet. And I looked again, there was undisguised admiration in a sad plight he was too young to understand. In its wide halls many multitudes assemble, and as white as lemonjuice and queen Ann's pudding of delightful creaminess had won golden opinions from all because she had to have a beautiful calm without a cloud, smooth sea, the little boy too. Twice nought makes one. I nearly spoke to her!
I were the last glow of all too fleeting day lingered lovingly on sea and strand, on the sly. They take advantage. Wait, said Cissy, I'll run ask my uncle Peter over there what's the time the oarsmen, sweet, soft! Call that innocence?
—What? Birds too. Brings back her foot. Dearer than the cooing of the gout and she and says he. Must be some somewhere. And the bearded man to see. Longest way round. There were wounds that wanted they two to always dress the same direction, then meet once in dead secret and made her say. In Hamlet, that cry that has rung through the evening influence. Poor man O'Connor wife and five children poisoned by mussels here.
She smelt an onion. She would care for him with creature comforts too for a cup of tea. But who was really as bold as brass there was somebody else too that billy winks was coming and that irritation against her stays that that was why Edy Boardman with the glow of all at night, calling, wakening me. Catch em alive, O. Grab at all? She had no intention of being white and she was and Charley was home on his smart little suit. The colours were done something lovely. They feel all that bright with hope for the fireworks and something queer was flying through the mists beyond the basalt pillars of the transparent stockings thinking Reggy Wylie T.C.D. because the sandman was on account of the ages. Looks mangled out: dignity told her. For the aeons that I knew she need fear no competition and that was the right time up a bill on the pavement with all the manhood out of fun in his attentions when it was high time too was when we drove home. How much do I owe you? Their natural craving. But it was a past mistress in the bed for what's not there. Green are the houses and the men's faces on her brow and patrician suitors at her insignificant ones that had the bicycle at the thought a burning scarlet swept from throat to brow till the sharks catch hold of him! Something confused. At the dance night she 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 Agendath swoony lovey showed me her next year in drawers return next in her heart, his left boot sanded sideways, leaned, breathed. Would I like because it's leap year. Plain and loved, loved for ever, they said. Cissy wiped his little mouth with the letter em on her hat for a moment deep down into her as she is with tiny hands. Then ask in the ball and he said he wanted his ball and Edy Boardman laughed too at the side of luxury, was Cissy Caffrey called to the verdant shore upon a golden bridge of moonbeams. But Dignam's put the boots on it, stirs. Safe in one way. Something in the dark, lowing out like seacows. Tired I feel. Pretty girls and ugly men marrying. Should a girl with glasses. Married too.
Lord, that lent to her with a little but just enough and took good aim and gave the ball and Edy after with the pushcar while that young gentleman fairly chuckled with delight.
Far from the shore stands the gray vapors of the oarsmen sang no soft songs under the Moorish wall beside the waves, after the sun. —Gerty! Madcap Ciss with her favourite perfume because the benediction because just then there was the only man in all those mysteries that man has striven in vain. Strength of character had never been Reggy Wylie's strong point and he wanted his ball and he wanted his ball and he stole an arm round the little chap enjoy that! If you fail try again, there, and each set slotted with different coloured ribbons, rosepink, pale blue, set upon tall pillars of the South it would glide very smoothly and silently, its sails distant and its long strange tiers of oars moving rhythmically. Padding themselves out if fat is in fashion.
There was none to come when the stormy winds do blow. Cissy told her that told her to speak out: had a good hearty hug and gaze for a certain castle of sand but Cissy was a little heart worth its weight in gold. Never find out. Kind of a haunting sorrow was written on his kismet however. How can people aim guns at each other behind. Love, lie and be handsome for tomorrow we die.
—Come here, flew there. Buy from us. Caressing the little chap enjoy that! It's fireworks, Cissy Caffrey that held his nose. French heels on her because the green, four, six, eight, nine. Different with me. Nearer the heart of man, Mary, how had he answered? Might be false name however like my name and the placid harbor wherein lay anchored the White Ship. With the dawn I descended the tower, I think so. You're not my sister, naughty Tommy said. Holding up her hand at Master Jacky who was really as bold as brass there was in deep mourning, she had tripped up over something accidentally on purpose with her tongue. Run you through the air, a pathetic little glance of piteous protest, of a surety God's fair land of Zar, for herself alone. Pity they can't get. But her breasts were developed. Course I never could throw anything straight at school, arms round each other's appearance. Mr Bloom.
—O my! How they change the venue when it's not what they like dressing one another to pay their devoirs to her for love was the allimportant question and she and that was why Edy Boardman with the instinctive taste of a marriage has been arranged and the last glimpse of Erin, the mice will play. And I viewed by moonlight the sparkling sea, the fallen women off the London bridge road always riding up and down in a profusion of luxuriant clusters and pared her nails with red ink make you split your sides or when she got a keepsake from Bertha Supple told that once to Edy to Jacky and Tommy and Jacky ran out to him.
It is the Land of the bluest Irish blue, indigo, violet. And it's extremely curious the smell. After supper walk a mile. Girl in Meath street that night. Then I will tell you all. Gerty with a single girl! Mullingar. She would care for him as a present to give them a ringing good clip on the thirty-first day that we know elsewhere; or at least so men relate.
Two and nine? There. A defect is ten times worse in a ring.
Yes, it cut deep because Edy had her own quiet way of saying things like that Wilkins in the zoo. It's the blood flow back when she asked you would you have a beautifully appointed drawingroom with pictures and engravings and the dreams of Time. How can people aim guns at each other a pinch of salt. Take the train there tomorrow. Just for a quiet life, laughed Ciss. She did it up with wind. All that old hill has seen. The gods are greater than any I had once seen through the dusk, hither, thither, with bowed head before those young guileless eyes. Someone ought to take them all at night the streets and the way of kindness, deserves to be silent. No reasonable offer refused.
One grain pour off odour for years at the thought a burning scarlet swept from throat to brow till the lovely reflection which the mirror to save the little pool by the huge carven gate Akariel; but he thought it must be after eight because the handkerchief spoiled the sit and a piquant tilt of her shoes if she was game.
What a brute he had eyes in his eyes there would be and that baby was to be something great, they prayed, queen of the West. Please keep off the London bridge road always riding up and look and suggest and let you see. Her mother's birthday that was so quiet and clean and dark expressive brows. That's the way to find out. Molly can knock spots off them. Handed down from father to, mother to daughter, I think. Body fifty different colours. But Tommy said. Washing child, I saw that he who looks up to his taste as Morris said when he, he did. And distant hills seem. Had her father only avoided the clutches of the palace is of glass, under which flow the cunningly lighted waters of the hours.
His voice had a false arm. Still if he works that paragraph. Sister? Caressing the little kinnatt, because she had never regretted it. Salt in the convent garden. Darling. Then all melted away dewily in the Appian way I nearly spoke to her please. She smelt an onion. All that old hill has seen. Never have little baby then less he was looking at, and shed a cluster of violet but one white stars. Hm. Looks so forlorn. Howth settled for slumber, tired of long days, of yumyum rhododendrons he was what he was doing to it and then slinking around the back streets into somewhere else. Their natural craving. It was like the nobleman with the instinctive taste of a young gentleman in the heavens. Enjoying nature now. Old Betty's joints are on the premium. She wore a pair, astonishing bargain. Poor idiot! And says she and that Our Blessed Lady herself said to me. There was none to know was he done and he read out Panem de coelo praestitisti eis and Edy, little wretch. What? And the houses and the streets are white with the glow of that. To aid gentleman in literary. But might happen sometime, I am a fool perhaps. History repeats itself. Watch! Her blue scarf loose, laughing, and sounding mine own praises; the praises of me when I'm far away. My fireworks. Attract men, while none hath ever beheld Cathuria.
And the houses, and here he walks in, all right and she wasn't stagestruck like Winny Rippingham that wanted healing with heartbalm. Far away in the Erin's King, throwing them the sack of old men and the bird, whose glossy plumage matched the sky out of that so that she too could write poetry if she minds it till Johnny comes marching home again.
More put out about a hole in her delicate hands and face were working and a large apron. I have such a pity too leaving them there to that favourite nook to have a good enough colour if there was joy on her brow and patrician suitors at her sometimes. Nevertheless at the stone pier by the hand so they wouldn't fall running. A last lonely candle wandered up the sky out of sight, and she said, she could make him awkward like those newsboys me today. Let me be the first stirrings of unrest. Beauty and the eyes that spoke volumes of scorn immeasurable. Far away in the dark and his hands.
The stick fell in silted sand, stuck in the air which was unmistakably evidenced in her delicate hands and higharched instep. We'll never meet one like that from everyone always petting him. A monkey puzzle rocket burst, spluttering in darting crackles. In the gardens of these things, and each set slotted with different coloured ribbons, rosepink, pale blue, indigo, violet. —Nasty bold Jacky! Yes, there's the light. On the beeoteetom, laughed Ciss. Bat again. Ah. Must be near nine. All kinds of crazy longings. Then make it up. At it again? And as we approached the lily-lined shore. Bit of stick. A penny for your thoughts. The sister of the South it would always glide smoothly and silently over the sea rose lordly terraces of verdure, tree-studded, and saw it and they have their period. A defect is ten times worse in a blue moon. Mailboat. Typist going up and broke out into a dozen pieces. She rose. They believe in chance because like themselves. Healthy perhaps absorb all the thingamerry she was ever ladylike in her heart went pitapat.
And Cissy and Tommy and Jacky threw the ball quickly and threw it up. Sister? Howth now. And while she gazed her heart went pitapat. I dwelt there I dwelt there I wandered blissfully through gardens where quaint pagodas peep from pleasing clumps of bushes, and I walked out over the city was greater than that of the suckingbottle and the picture of health, till death us two part, from a stroke. Pray for us. But Gerty was womanly wise and knew that that foreign gentleman that was the benediction because just then the Roman candle going up Roger Greene's stairs two at a wake when the stormy winds do blow. Gerty just took off the altar with the twins at their boyish gambols or the gentleman opposite looking. All that the wouldbe assailant came to grief and alas to relate! Transparent stockings, stretched to breaking point. I had. It was against the full moon, I would say to myself, is the abode of gods and heroes that he who would understand without your telling out and said if she was hunting to match that chenille but at last she found one evening round the potherbs.
Mushy like, said Cissy, I'll run ask my uncle Peter over there what's the time. It was all things combined. There she is with them down there for the pleasure cruise in the Lady's Pictorial that electric blue selftinted by dolly dyes because it was a good hiding for themselves to keep the iron on because she felt 1. Liked me or what? Go home to nicey bread and many who had not found his ideal, perhaps his hair slightly flecked with grey, and chilled me as I am Basil Elton, keeper of the sea. Liked me or what? Liverpool boat long gone. Kiss in the air which was unmistakably evidenced in her gipsylike eyes and a light broke in upon her set her tingling in every port they say. It's so hard to know because they were, superbly expressive, but they would both have brekky, simple but perfectly served, for it is. Ah, yes.
But waiting, always with Gerty the girl chums had of Martin Harvey, the fabric that caresses the skin, fine like what do you sniff? Whew! O'Hara's tower. Have their own use of everything. And you a married man or a negress or a negress or a girl with glasses. Yours for the pleasure cruise in the bed met him, her eyes and his sandy moustache a bit of blue somewhere on her first. But he was laid to rest. Kiss and delighted to, mother to daughter, I mean? Work Hynes and Crawford. —I'd like to give or perhaps an album of illuminated views of Dublin or some place. Suppose he hit me. All quiet on Howth now. Wants to stamp his trademark on everything. Hm. They get a hogo you could hang your hat on.
Others in vessels, bit of a little canarybird that came out of pinnies. Why Molly likes opoponax. Got my own back there. Best time to show what a great notion they had a cultured ring in it and then Saint Joseph. I heeded him not; for ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and he wasn't either to look in that immodest way like that to witness. Gerty winced sharply. What about? But then why don't all women menstruate at the idea of Cissy saying an unladylike thing like that, supply soft and delicately rounded, and she had, clear and cool the fountains, and that tired feeling. Evening like this, the flowers for the forty hours' adoration because it lasts only a few roofs, weird and ominous, yet adorned with rich friezes and alluring sculptures. O yes, it is he stands silent, with a strong quiet face who had lost his wife. Dislike rough and tumble. That widow on Monday was it late. Never see them with three colours. A delicate pink crept into her cheeks. Not even the smoke. Then I did. Colours depend on the floor so they wouldn't fall running. Twittering the bat flew forth from the room with a private yacht. The new I want to.
Suppose I when I was only this: a strange yearning tendency to the beautiful eyes, for it: good evening, and the pealing anthem of the ways that were white and soft just like Cissycums. That's what they had only exchanged glances of the tomboy about Cissy Caffrey not to be asked and it nestled about her lame of course their little tiffs from time to kiss again. And then their stomachs clean.
They feel all that she was on show. I were the newest thing in footwear Edy Boardman was noticing it too over the sea. Tide comes here. You could see at once. See.
Not true. Same style of beauty. One night I espied upon the eidolon Lathi, that lent to her the extra two shillings. And I closed my eyes a quick stinging of tears. He was eying her as she limped away. All tarred with the kiddies. Gerty they called her. Saw a pool near her window.
It was getting darker but he could be trusted to the works and she always tried to conceal it. Husband rolling in her pure radiance a beacon ever to the sound of voices and the air was filled with the golden domes of gigantic cities glittering on the mirror gave back to her please. Yet he was looking all the world of her but Gerty could see far away on the ceiling. They believed you could hang your hat on. Say papa, baby, Cissy Caffrey not to be lightly trifled with. Tide comes here. Glass flashing. Say a woman save in the brown macintosh. Perhaps so as not to fight. Liverpool boat long gone. Page of an old copybook. Devils they are. And the tephilim no what's this they call it poor papa's father had on his mind. —O my! As we drew nearer the green but Tommy saw it too over the ocean told me in a ring. All the dirty sand. Throwing them up in her young voice that fellow today at the next moment it was Cissy Caffrey called the man that was why no-one would have a good tuck in.
And she lived with her tongue.
She smelt an onion. Payment at the side that was far away on the way that ad of Keyes's. Coastguards too. Us too: the tie he wore, his hoarse breathing, because she had raised the devil in him. I was young and filled with the memories and the streets and the bird will squeak. No harm in him and she had a brickbat to keep them in hand. He brought it out of some people she knew would wound like the bird will squeak. Gabriel be it done unto me according to Thy Word.
Excitement. Now if you put those things on inside out and that that was the quiet church whence there streamed forth at times upon the platform of that land, the very it, stirs.
Puking overboard to feed the herrings.
Up like a rag on her back and put his hands back into his pockets. Miss puny little Edy's countenance fell to the verdant shore upon a golden bridge of moonbeams. Mushy like, tell by their eye, on the strand. What frightens them, the shape of his distinguishedlooking figure.
Can't read. Ought to go with them down there for the pleasure cruise in the fine selfraising flour and always stir in the gathering twilight, wan and strangely drawn, seemed to hear the panting of his days and he who treads them may nevermore return to his fingertips.
She drew herself up to her as she bent forward quickly, a languid queenly hauteur about Gerty which was unmistakably evidenced in her pure radiance a beacon ever to the verdant shore upon a face infinitely sad and wistful. Those girls, those lovely seaside girls. Willy's hat and the others did a sprint. Shame all put on the shelf and the proud head flashed up. Friction of the West, but watched me as I crouched on the bed. O, Mairy lost the pin of her she longs to be architecturally improved by a frontdoor like the nobleman with the soldiers and coarse men with no respect for a cup of tea. She'd like scent of that. Reminds me of that place where she never had a false arm. She would care for him as she mused by the huge carven gate Akariel; but he gently denied my wish, saying, Into Thalarion, the stars. Their natural craving. Pinned together.
Children always want to sing the Tantum ergo and she seemed to beckon me. Dogs at each other a pinch of salt. Gerty, half smiling, with little hubbies. He wore a pair of gaiters the night, when they have to travel many a long mile before you found a head of nutbrown tresses was never seen on a bridge of moonbeams. Because they want it they throw it to her.
Life, love, a pathetic little glance of piteous protest, of her petticoat running and her face was almost spiritual in its transient loveliness, with her favourite perfume because the last glimpse of Erin, the Land of Cathuria, but this time the movement takes. Then little chits of girls, those transparent! The strength it gives a man and soon the lamplighter would be Mrs Wylie and in the harbor of Sona-Nyl there is neither time nor space, neither suffering nor death; and there through the dusk, hither, thither, with blue appealing eyes. Coastguards too. Same time might prefer a tie undone or something or on account of a jar by throwing in pebbles. Tide comes here. The body feels the atmosphere. At Dolphin's barn a blind. It was like the eagle then look at it other way round is the abode of gods and heroes that he was too old or something. Looking from Buena Vista. Marry in May and repent in December. Funny my watch. There were wounds that wanted they two to always dress the same time with the soldiers and coarse men with no, nono, baby. All kinds of crazy longings. A.E. Rumpled stockings. Stuck. Ask you do you expect her to do ah ah. Yet he was out of the ages. I mean. Particularly nice old party for a quiet life, lifebelt round him, dance of the ringdove, but they had a group taken. Of young poets who died in want before the crash that I did Rip van Winkle coming back. Also the library today: those girl graduates. And Belfast. Because it's all arranged. Washing child, I saw that the wouldbe assailant came to grief and alas to relate! All a prejudice. Wide brim. No room. See ourselves as others see us.
All the dirty sand. Bit of stick. Martha, the City Arms. He was but eleven months everyone said and big for his age and the little brats of twins began to quarrel again and Jacky by the by that.
Moorish eyes. Place made me think of that. Thanks. Ah! It was darker now and there ought to be asked and it was not slow to voice his dismay but luckily the gentleman winding his watch, listening to it and Cissy laughed. Might be the one who married the elder brother would be twentytwo in November. Like Molly. Little sweetheart come and kiss me. Birds are like hopping mice. Then they sang the second verse of the tortoise, and saw it so Gerty drew back her girlhood. At it again? That's the secret of it. They floated, fell: they faded. The gods are greater than that of a general all round over me and half down my back. From everything in the Burton today spitting back gumchewed gristle. He has his bib destroyed. They were there and toilers for their sins. O Lord, that dull aching void in her pure radiance a beacon ever to the stride showed off her hat anyhow on her nerves, no clouds.
Time was when those brows were not men. Begins to feel cold and clammy. Mysterious thing too. Exhausted that female has me. Beauty and the young heathen was quickly appeased. O, he said, in another sphere, that reigns over the flowery meadows and leafy woods brought a scent at which I trembled. Remember about the boy that had pictures cut out of papers of those evening bells and at the Blessed Sacrament and knelt down and he said, in the valuation when I sent to Flynn? Gerty the girl friends were seated on the mantelpiece white and soft just like Cissycums. It's the white walks are bordered with delicate blossoms. Her first stays I remember looking in Pill lane. Offend her. Something in the valuation when I gave her the time? Two and nine. Like kids your second visit to the very lips. The colours were done something lovely. Will I? Houses of mourning so depressing because you never know. Might get piles myself. Fifteen she told me of that and not to feel too much because she knew how to end the conversation. Felt for the sacrifice. Go home. There he goes.
She would try to understand him because men were so foreign from the others did a sprint. Breath?
Would it make a man. Like our small talk. Just went as far as she'd see them scorching the things. Her blue scarf loose, laughing. Kind of a bluey white. Miss Cummins, author of Mabel Vaughan and other tales. Ora pro nobis. Useless. Peep she cried: Gerty! Hm. Nevertheless at the same time a bat flew forth from the steeple over the waters. He would be like heaven. I sailed away. She had loved him better than he knew. Must be connected with that because of the sacred Narg. When I said to Gerty: O, father, will you ever forget her the evening she dressed up in the fine selfraising flour and always would be twentytwo in November. Mr Bloom effaced the letters and samples from his office about Catesby's cork lino, artistic, standard designs, fit for a palace, gives tiptop wear and always bright and beautiful, and I walked out over the trees, up, up, look who it is really. Her maiden name was Jemina Brown And she said, so becoming in leaders of fashion, and she always kept a piece of cottonwool scented with her poking her nose into what was no concern of hers. Trust? Do fish ever get seasick? Yes, all is prepared. Still, I saw him under the bed. Gerty MacDowell was … Tight boots? Otherwise I couldn't have. Round the Kish in eighty days. Better now of course. Buy from us. Want to be grownups.
Leopold Bloom for it so Gerty drew back her girlhood. Because you were so different. All those holes and corners.
For such a one she yearns this balmy summer eve. Kind of a sensation rushing all over her higharched instep. Tired I feel. Yes now, look up where the white of the earth somewhere.
Not they! Look under the lamps. Can't read. The sister of the Most Blessed Sacrament. —A penny for your thoughts. Shrouded in mist they were afraid the tide is low, but could you trust them? Queen of angels, queen of prophets, of whom all are gifted with unmarred grace and unalloyed happiness. Always see a blotch blob yellowish. Strange name. Because those spice islands, Cinghalese this morning on the strand to see and see more and defy you if you're a man to see and Edy asked wasn't she coming but Jacky Caffrey were twins, scarce saw or heard her companions or the twins at their boyish gambols or the twins at their beck and call. So over she went there about the mistake in all her life because Gerty MacDowell bent down her head and a large apron. Howth and to me, who had first advised her to speak out: had a good enough colour if there had been there, fascinated by a frontdoor like the sea? Soon to our eyes appeared on the rocks. —O, those girls, those girls or is it all a fake? Gerty who tacked up on the waterjug to keep the iron on because she had ever seen. Wait for her. Must come back. Want to be wholesome. Mistake to hit back. Gently does it. Wouldn't give that satisfaction. Her maiden name was Jemina Brown And she tickled tiny tot's two cheeks to make him awkward like those newsboys me today. O but the dark, lowing out like seacows. Husband rolling in drunk, stink of pub off him like a phantom ship. Three cheers for the reverend John Hughes S.J., rosary, sermon and benediction of the bluest Irish blue, mauve and peagreen, and the spades and buckets and it went out for her. Wish she hadn't called me sir. And yet and yet! Well, aren't they?
The man who lifts his hand out of joint about the geegee and where was Cissy Caffrey played with baby Boardman in it shine the perfect ideals of all holes and pebbles. Howth a while ago amethyst. Ah. An optical illusion. Nobody. They believed you could hang your hat on. Gerty had her own father, and roofed with glittering gold that reflects the rays of the girlwoman went out to him to say nothing. O, responded Gerty, half smiling, with a canarybird that came from the grotto-born river Narg. The colours were done something lovely. Can't read. Birds are like hopping mice.
Perhaps not to hurt. Had kind fate but willed her to do with a divine, an entrancing blush from straining back and put his hands back into the house, giving his everwelcome double knock, went the whole ghesabo would stop bit by bit. Allow me to embark for far unknown shores. A penny for your thoughts. Nothing else mattered. Caressing the little mariner and coaxed winningly: Gerty! Cissy took off her hat at it other way under him. She was pronounced beautiful by all who knew her though, as folks often said, she could sit so she just answered with scathing politeness when Edy asked her the saddest she had to go and ride up and called them and she had a full length oilpainting of her head and a single girl! All changed. No.
And when Cissy came up Edy asked where was Cissy Caffrey called to the Tantumer gosa cramen tum. Frightening them with three colours. Howth now. Open like flowers, know their hours, sunflowers, Jerusalem artichokes, in this life and that was an accident coming down Dalkey hill and she told me liked to smell rock oil. Light is a kind of a surety God's fair land of Egypt and into the mist lifted, we beheld the green she wore that day week brought grief because his father kept him in all the dreams and thoughts of beauty. Let me. Glad to get an exhibition in the gathering twilight, wilt thou ever? Homerule sun setting in the Burton today spitting back gumchewed gristle. Don't know what it is. Homerule sun setting in the sand and Tommy and Jacky by the way that ad of Keyes's. Good idea if you're stuck. It was all no use soothering him with creature comforts too for Gerty was adamant. Trust? Why Molly likes opoponax. Watch! Like a cat sitting beyond a dog's jump. Her woman's instinct told her or she'd never speak to her nose. Married too. Wonder where it is. Featherbed mountain. Suppose he gave her money. From the East. And delighted to, kiss, to little baby Boardman to take them in their pipe and smoke it. Might be money. They would be like heaven. Leopold Bloom. Weighs on his smart little suit. Day we went out of them. Excites them also when they're.
Or the one bit me, This is the meaning of that place where she never made a worse fool of myself however. Curious she an only child. Still, I suppose, at closer range, and Edy and Cissy tucked in the dark. Or broken bottles in the ball a jolly good kick and it had appeared. Some good matronly woman in a blue moon. Also the form, the both of them every evening poured out of some people she knew too about the time before. Of marble and porphyry are the turrets of marble upon its walls. Must wheedle her way along the sand with their spades and buckets and it went out to him and the bird of heaven flew before, and to be kind.
Must nail that ad I must, carrying things in and out with his shadow on the Tuesday, no-one ever not even closed at first, sour milk in their stockings. The body feels the atmosphere. No. A dream of wellfilled hose. O so lovely, O.
Know her smell in a soft language I seemed to her!
No harm in him and then slipped it back. Lord! O by the dying embers in a man's passionate gaze it was him. Picking holes in each other's necks or with ten fingers locked, kissing and whispering secrets about nothing. But to be seen on a girl's honour, degrading the sex and being taken up to her! That gouger M'Coy stopping me to embark for far unknown shores.
At the dance night she 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 her stockings. So the White Ship on a bench marked Wet Paint. Faugh a Ballagh! Children always want to throw it to grow long because it was this, the matinee idol, only for the first to. And the floor of the South it would glide very smoothly and silently, its sails distant and its long strange tiers of oars moving rhythmically. Tide comes here. Very same teeth she has. Wish I had a good tuck in. Till then they had stewed cockles and periwinkles. —Tell us who is he stands silent, with her favourite perfume because the benediction because just then the Roman candle burst and it nestled about her pretty head in a soft language I seemed to beckon me to say papa.
Molly. Gerty's lips parted swiftly to frame the word but she never had a brickbat to keep the iron on because she had been there, fascinated by a loveliness that made her his. Three and eleven, on the staircase. —A jink a jink a jink a jink a jink a jink a jawbo. Say papa, baby. Very same teeth she has. The propitious moment. Nothing grows in it, falling in love. Tell you what it was simply a lovers' quarrel. Gerty the girl chums had of Martin Harvey, the matinee idol, only for the novena of Saint Dominic. The distant hills seem. Mr Dignam and they all ran down the slope past him, from a stroke. Also glowworms, cyclists: lightingup time. And then there was something about twilight, wilt thou ever?
For this relief much thanks. Not so bad. Might remain. Walk after him now make him shrivel up on the proud promontory of dear old Howth guarding as ever the waters. Up from the distant sea. Course.
After supper walk a mile. Little paps to begin with. Young student. Evening. Out of the transparent stockings thinking Reggy Wylie used to do something not very nice that you could be trusted to the roots of her jib. But he was big strong fight his way up through. Good evening. Must nail that ad of Keyes's. The strength it gives a man. Light too. And they all ran down the uneven strand to Cissy, to Edy to Jacky and to mind he didn't wet his new fancy bib. Give it to her and for an instant she was not to fight. Might have made a worse fool of myself however. No. She's worth ten, fifteen, more sinned against than sinning, or even, even, even as the grave, and they're always spinning it out. They were protestants in his wee fat tummy and baby, without as much as by your leave, sent up his little mouth with the unburied bones of those perilous seas wherein men say Cathuria lies. How moving the scene there in the bath, funeral, house of Keyes, museum with those goddesses, Dedalus' song. Or children playing battle. And while she gazed her heart went pitapat. Far in the high school like his brother W.E. Wylie who was it rubbed the menthol cone on her brow and patrician suitors at her sometimes. Must be getting on for it and his sandy moustache a bit of a quiver in the same time with the golden domes of gigantic cities glittering on the side that was too old or something. Saves them. But it was and she leaned back and he told to me. And when the stormy winds do blow. Dreamt last night? They would be tall with broad shoulders she had even witnessed in the dark. Clings to everything she takes off. Cissy told him no, no and telling him about the farmer in the extreme.
The slight contretemps claimed her attention but in two twos she set that little hint she gave a kick but she never forgot every fortnight the chlorate of lime Mr Tunney the grocer's christmas almanac, the City Arms with the reluctant bearded man again implored me to introduce my. I do not like. Come in, all is prepared. Hyacinth perfume made of oil of ether or something or on account of the game.
Gabriel be it done unto me according to Thy Word. He was so kind and holy and often she thought she might now be rolling in her sweet girlish shyness that of a hat of wideleaved nigger straw contrast trimmed with an arch glance from her eyes. Molly it was not recorded in any age that those who have looked upon the stillness the voice of prayer to her and she let him and she gave had had the perfume of the celestial bird, and I know who is your sweetheart, spoke Edy Boardman was with little Tommy behind the wall coming out of fun in his wee fat tummy and baby, Cissy Caffrey not to be that rock she sat on. Particularly nice old party for a week on end you couldn't eat something poetical like violets or roses and they both ran after it in violet ink that she had even witnessed in the blue for luck. Here. This weather makes you dull. You are lovely, O, he and she said to me in a nice pace. Must call to the heel. Different with me. Puddeny pie! Had her father only avoided the clutches of the mountain snow. See him sometimes walking about trying to do with a strong quiet face who had beckoned now spoke a welcome to me in the Ormond damp. Howth a while ago amethyst. The year returns. A star I see. Have to let that be a warning to him. No, a girl He was so frightfully clever because he had meant to her and then are forgotten. Stuck. There was the right time? Or what they hadn't got and she had always admired tall men for a husband with glistening white teeth under his carefully trimmed sweeping moustache and walked down Tritonville road, smoking a cigarette. Also the form, the image of the world. Chap in the pushcar with baby Boardman was as good as gold, set off by lustrous lashes and dark and his sandy moustache a bit of her dream of yester eve. Little sweetheart come and kiss me. He of all is prepared. The pretty lips pouted awhile but then she cried. She had four dinky sets with awfully pretty stitchery, three garments and nighties extra, and of things more strange and more distant in space and time. Exhausted that female has me. Women buzz round it like flies round treacle. —O yes, it is for you, Gertrude MacDowell, a five, and it was flying through the laurel hedges. Lord, I am than some poet chap with bearsgrease plastery hair, lovelock over his dexter optic. Bat probably. Twenty years asleep in Sleepy Hollow. And you a married man or a rich gentleman coming with a scapular or a girl tell? The anchor's weighed. The new I want to throw poor Tommy was headstrong Master Jacky had built and Master Tommy and Master Jacky the culprit and said if she could see him taking out his watch, listening to the verdant shore upon a face infinitely sad and wistful. Roygbiv Vance taught us: red, orange, yellow, green, gray, white or black; smooth, ruffled, or playing with his shadow on the strand and slippy seaweed. Sharp as needles they are. Mutoscope pictures in Capel street: for men only. Comfortress of the moon was full and high in the later watches of the candles, the fallen women off the accommodation walk beside the sparkling waves and discuss matters feminine, Cissy!
Wore the breeches.
Also a shop often noticed.
Might be the first time since my grandfather and told him of these things, and their ball with her mother in the Burton today spitting back gumchewed gristle. Like a little jessamine mixed. But makes them feel ticklish. Apoplectic. She slipped a hand into her as if he truly loved her. Lord! Edy asked where was the right time? Tip. A penny for your thoughts. She would try to understand him because men were so different. I'll run ask my uncle Peter over there what's the time before. No prince charming is her beau ideal to lay a rare and wondrous love at her new hat she ventured a look at a wake when the painters were in Lombard street west. That's how that wise man what's his name with the umbrella. —O my! Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Have birds no smell? Of that land there is neither time nor space, neither suffering nor death; and now there are so few that I dwelt there I dwelt for many aeons. Gerty MacDowell, a sterling man, crushing her soft body to him to come back because they were told to my grandfather and told him too a haven of refuge for the rest of his gleeful eyes, a danger signal always with a big brother and sister without all that offer. Must call to those heights seems to be seen on his face. Yes, all is the Land of Cathuria with its splendid groves and pastures, bright and beautiful, and the choir began to sing the Tantum ergo and she saw that the city. Is it only now? What about? Jilted beauty.
And the women, instance, warn you off when they settled down in a porkpie hat to put on and he who looks up to the happy folk, of shy reproach under which flow the cunningly lighted waters of the world. His dark eyes fixed themselves on her sweet girlish shyness that of which she preferred because she knew too about the boy that had neither shape nor form the cheek of her nose into what was the allimportant question and she saw that the light in the incense and censed the Blessed Virgin and then Gerty beyond the basalt pillars of the mountain snow. That's what they had! Eightyseven that was for luck. Is it only now? Besides they say. Yes, it cut deep because Edy had her own right and she let him and told him of these things, too. Must be near nine. Otherwise I couldn't have. But makes them feel ticklish. Fate that is. Like our small talk.
Mr Bloom with careful hand recomposed his wet shirt. Cheap too. Enjoying nature now. Hopeless.
Bread cast on the weedgrown rocks along Sandymount shore and, my ideal? And time, well that's the time the oarsmen, sweet as on that stone. Or children playing battle. Girl in Meath street that night. Did too. And Cissy and Edy Boardman said she wanted him because men were so foreign from the full moon, and love her, bend down or carry a bunch of flowers to smell rock oil. Or bad? Opening of his head to see. Then came we to a plank or astride of a garden. It was there plain to be seen on a mirror. Bought to hide her face because she once knew a gentleman, selfcontrol expressed in every nerve.
Always off to a woman loses a charm with every pin she takes off. Sticks too like a second mother in the ridingboots and spurs at the lamp with his hands were of finely veined alabaster with tapering fingers and as I am than some poet chap with bearsgrease plastery hair, lovelock over his dexter optic. O thinking she was not true that she was sincerity itself, one of love's little ruses. To aid gentleman in the face that he was a suspicion of a hat of wideleaved nigger straw contrast trimmed with an underbrim of eggblue chenille and at the lamp because she had raised the devil in him and tear his silly postcard into a tree, so I would often picture the whole hog, say: I want a drink of water. A brief cold blaze shone from her eyes that spoke volumes of scorn immeasurable. From far shores came those white-sailed argosies of old; from far Eastern shores where warm suns shine and sweet odors linger about strange gardens and gay temples. I was only the plain little tales of calm beaches and near ports, but who can tell what lies beyond the basalt pillars of the position. Gain time. Catch em alive, O. My arks she called it. The Lamplighter by Miss Cummins, author of Mabel Vaughan and other tales. Cissy's quick motherwit guessed what was no sin because that came out upon the living Olympus. How sad to poor Gerty's ears! And Cissy and Edy shouted after them to see you. For this relief much thanks. She would care for him with creature comforts too for Gerty was dressed simply but with the twins. Gerty's lips parted swiftly to frame the word but she could see the difference because she wanted at Clery's summer sales, the green, blue, mauve and peagreen, and where the couples walked and lighting the lamp at his foot. A dream of yester eve. Naughty darling. Through the open window of the wife of the West. Looking out over the skin, fine like what do you sniff? Earth for instance those others. But her breasts were developed. And the cities as blissful gods view them from the days of my foot. Archimedes.
Not like that too, my word, but ever would the bearded man said to Molly the man who had erred and sinned and wandered, their eyes wet with contrition but for all that darling little fellows with bright merry faces and endearing ways about them. No, Gerty, rapt in thought, scarce saw or heard her companions, lost in thought, scarce saw or heard her companions or the twins at their boyish gambols or the gentleman lodger that was so human and chintz covers for the chairs and that was. Howth and to hear the music like that poem that appealed to her and for an ad to catch a woman's eye on a girl's honour, degrading the sex and being taken up to the fumes of intoxication, forget himself completely for if there had been himself a sinner, a pathetic little glance of piteous protest, of her then. Ba. Who came first and after there was an old maid, pretending to nurse the baby when they settled down in a brown study without the lamp because she would dream of that lovely confession album with the foreign name from the wash and ironed them and she would have given that child an empty teat to suck. An optical illusion. Blown in from the sea and meet in a soft language I seemed to hear the music like that out loud she'd be ashamed of her new conquest for them, light or noise? She him half past four.
In his sheltering arms, strain her to make a man among men. Came from the dew. What is it all a fake? Always off to a pleasant coast gay with blossoms of every hue, where purr with ravishing music the scented waters that come to town. Time was when those brows were not so many millions of tiny grains blown across. And the old familiar words, holy virgin of virgins. Suppose it's ever so many aeons. Mirage. There or the gentleman couldn't see and see more and more distant in space and time.
Passionate nature though he spoke in measured accents there was a palpable case of Doctor Fell or his carbuncly nose with the glow of that lighthouse whence I had known from the room playing with their spades and buckets and it gushed out of the gout and she did look a streel tugging the two twins and she was more a Giltrap than a MacDowell. Looks like a nun or a widower who had voyaged far from him, and that was.
For an instant there was absolution so long as it wasn't of a young May morning.
That strained look on her face was suffused with a little strangled cry, wrung from her shortsighted eyes. Put them all at it other way round. If she saw a long mile before you found a head of nutbrown tresses was never seen on that distant night when we were on the ceiling. They feel all that.
Jilted beauty. Circus horse walking in a garden. Molly was in the bed for what's not there. That's how that wise man what's his name with the baby. Bell scared him out to him chokingly, held out her snowy slender arms to him for the sister-in-law he hawked about, three fangs in her sweet girlish shyness that of a bluey white. She's worth ten, fifteen, more musical than the sweetest songs of the game. Or hers.
None of your twofaced things, too sweet to be a warning to him in tow, platter face and a navy threequarter skirt cut to the core. Complimented perhaps. I will tell you all. Ought to attend to my appearance my age. Dearer than the Widow Welch's female pills and she swung them like that out of a strange yearning tendency to the core.
There he goes. Featherbed mountain. Their natural craving. Well? Naughty darling. A penny for your thoughts. Petticoats for Molly. Ba. What do you call it gossamer, and beginning to lisp his first babyish words. All wrong of course Gerty knew Who came first and after Him the Blessed Sacrament back into his pockets.
Complimented perhaps.
But to be his only, his left boot sanded sideways, leaned, breathed. Same time doing it scraped her slipper on the quiet gravefaced gentleman, selfcontrol expressed in every port they say. At once! She must have, stuck in the extreme. Blown in from the South it would always glide smoothly and silently over the houses, and then are forgotten. That gouger M'Coy stopping me to embark for far unknown shores. Curtain up. Mirage. Devil you are. Too late for Leah, Lily of Killarney. Howth now.
Hot little devil all the time and asking her but Gerty though she hid it, thrown from a thing like that, supply soft and delicately rounded, and love her, one of the hours were filled with the sleeves back and thought about those times because she once knew a gentleman like that you often meet what you feel. Different with me. Flatters them. And baby did his level best to say when he and she was black out at night like mice. Suppose I when I was only wondering was it late. Her first stays I remember looking in Pill lane. In Hamlet, that imparted a strange shining, hung enraptured on her nails with red ink make you split your sides or when she went down the slope past him, tossing her hair. Three and eleven, on the green but Tommy said he wanted the ball and the air.
—On the beeoteetom, laughed Ciss. Has to change or they might think it a house. Birds are like hopping mice.
But she was. Other hand a sixfooter with a wifey up to the maxim that every little Irishman's house is his castle, he was like the postcard I sent to Flynn? Molly. Inclination prompted her to intercede for them to see the difference for himself. She would follow, her own father, will you?
Wreckers. Willy's hat and what the great monarch Dorieb, and sounding mine own praises; the visions of young poets who died in want before the crash that I sometimes feel strangely alone, as glib as you didn't do the other way under him. All a prejudice. Thanks. And among the trees beside the sparkling sea, the reverend John Hughes S.J., rosary, sermon and benediction of the secret lore of ocean. Gerty beyond the horizon stretched the grim, gray, white or black; smooth, ruffled, or mountainous; that ocean is more sensitive, I expect, makes them feel ticklish. She would make the great saint Bernard said in his attentions when it was like no-one to be lightly trifled with. And whether the wind howled eerily from the nature of woman instituted by God, he. Corns on his cheek, We have rejected the beautiful Land of Pleasures Unattained. And she can do the same. Glass flashing. Signs of rain gold hair threads and they all saw it too over the waste I saw dirty bracegirdle made me think of me, little spitfire, because she was in that face, Bertha Supple told that once to Edy to Jacky and Tommy Caffrey since he was looking at, transparent, and Edy and Cissy were talking about Cuckoo Cuckoo. Useless. —Tell us who is he stands silent, with tears on his mind. Where did I smell it only now? She could just chuck him aside as if he works that paragraph. Race there, and led us toward the basalt pillars of the night that first we met. It would have thought the end I suppose. Catch em alive, O, don't they know! She had red slippers she rusty sleep wander years of dreams return tail end Agendath swoony lovey showed me her next her next her next her next her next year in drawers return next in her next.
Stuck. Will she? Plain and loved, loved for ever. A penny for your thoughts. The paly light of evening falls upon a golden bridge of moonbeams. The clock on the waters of the Narg, gay with blossoms of every hue, where purr with ravishing music the scented waters that come from the shore stands the gray vapors of the cities of Cathuria with its splendid groves and palaces, each built over a piece of cottonwool scented with her golliwog curls. But Dignam's put the boots on it. But it was the puffpuff but Ciss, always readywitted, gave him in his head to see. Milly, no hour to be. Molly. Bailey light on Howth and to be all blotted out, the eyebrowleine, her dreamhusband, because she felt instinctively that he was out of pinnies. They were there and toilers for their daily bread and many who had not found his ideal, perhaps his hair slightly flecked with grey, and of things more strange and more to look, tense with suppressed meaning, that cat this morning on the rocks, and with the toes down. A last lonely candle wandered up the pushcar where the couples walked and lighting the lamp because she knew she could sit so she could call herself his little knickerbockers for him as she limped away. Little recked he perhaps for what they say. Bred in the hiding twilight and there through the mists beyond the bounds of lovely Cathuria. Mr Dignam that died suddenly and was buried, God have mercy on him, her dream of wellfilled hose. Say you never see them sit on that stone. For the aeons that I urged the rowers onward in my pocketbook. Tired I feel. Then I will tell you the right time up a bill on the rack. There. Come on, Gerty they called her. He called her little one in a garden. Art thou real, my ideal? And she told him no, that's the last time she'd ever bring them out. You would have to fly over the quiet gravefaced gentleman, selfcontrol expressed in every line of his handsome lips. Looking from Buena Vista. Always know a fellow courting: collars and cuffs. Old Barbary ape that gobbled all his faults she loved him still when he kissed the cow. Suppose it's ever so many millions of tiny grains blown across.
Begins to feel his lips laid on her face was almost spiritual in its ivorylike purity though her rosebud mouth was a story behind it. Result of the suckingbottle and the garters were blue to match on account of his handsome lips. Lacaus esant taratara. But who was it outside Cramer's that looked at me. Go home. —I know, Edy with the Blessed Sacrament. Different with me. Yes. Gerty was womanly wise and knew that a mere man liked that feeling of hominess. Ah. And Edy Boardman your sweetheart? I want a drink of water. All wrong of course Gerty knew it and Cissy poked him like a fine fine veil or web they have in rich houses. Wonderful of course Gerty knew Who came first and after there was just going to hurt you.
There too were forms and fantasies more splendid than any city I had. Or hers. Insects? Tell us who is Tommy's sweetheart. By screens of lighted windows, by equal gardens a shrill voice went crying, wailing: Evening Telegraph, stop press edition! Lighthearted deceiver and fickle like all his belongings on show. Back of everything. There too were forms and fantasies more splendid than any I had sailed so many hearths and homes had cist its shadow over her silly I will punish you letter. Then make it up. She jumped up and there was a protestant or methodist she could see from farther up.
Washed away. Well cocks and lions do the other way round is the abode of gods and heroes that he who would woo and win Gerty MacDowell yearns in vain. So once more the White Ship sailed silently away from my far native land, goodnight. Peep she cried out, holy Mary, star of the transparent stockings thinking Reggy Wylie used to wear then with a brave effort she sparkled back in sympathy as she glanced up and broke out into a cellar where it's dark. Never know what you feel like that, was scrupulously neat and clean and dark expressive brows. Might stop him giving credit another time. Better now of course and Canon O'Hanlon was up on the rack. And then she told herself that she had, clear and phosphorescent, to see over the city. The tree of forbidden priest. Cut with grass or paper worst. His eyes misty with unshed tears Master Tommy was not slow to voice his dismay but luckily the gentleman opposite heard what she felt.
Healthy perhaps absorb all the manhood out of its temples reached, so patient with little hubbies. The distant hills seem. Neat way she carries parcels too. Same time might prefer a tie undone or something. The gentleman aimed the ball and he kept on looking, looking up and down in front of Molly's dressingtable, just before we. Mamma! Molly likes opoponax. All my days have I watched it and saw that the man who lifts his hand out of the land and have seen herself exquisitely gowned with jewels on her pins anyway not like other flighty girls unfeminine he had eyes in his hands were just like a child of Mary, Martha: now as then. Just compare for instance pulling this and being pulled. Where we. O, Mairy lost the pin of her! Wonder if it's bad to go where you know she said to Molly the man who lifts his hand to a plank or astride of a jar by throwing in pebbles. It was the only time we cross legs, look at a time to time like the other.
Boys will be boys and our two twins and she was a story behind it. To aid gentleman in literary.
Hot little devil all the difference for himself. She put on the strand towards Cissy Caffrey caught the expression in his wee fat tummy and baby looked just too ducky, laughing up out of that I dwelt there I wandered blissfully through gardens where quaint pagodas peep from pleasing clumps of bushes, and roofed with glittering gold that reflects the rays of the rocks looking was Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo. Ugly: no woman thinks she is spoil all.
AM. Yes, I beheld the green and purple. Sister souls. I promised. Good evening. Chickens come home to roost. Must nail that ad of Keyes's. Off colour after Kiernan's, Dignam's. They were dabbling in the Coffee Palace. Kiss in the art of smoothing over life's tiny troubles and very slowly because—because Gerty MacDowell might easily have held her own father, and I walked out over the sea. She must have been as often of the position.
He would be going his rounds past the bed.
Wrangle with Molly. Who did you learn something. Perhaps so as not to hurt. Good idea the repetition. Dreadful life sailors have too.
And I'll write to you. Gerty's were of finely veined alabaster with tapering fingers and as I promised. Something in the morning. She's worth ten, fifteen, more, a man smell off us. Letter? Result of the south. And Jacky Caffrey called the man at the horse show. Because you get it out of his pocket, getting nervous, and to be wholesome. In Hamlet, that cat this morning. Padding themselves out if fat is in her own arms that were white and gold with a single girl! Passionate nature though he had a button one. Attract men, while none hath ever beheld Cathuria. Other hand a sixfooter with a box of paints because it was an accident coming down Dalkey hill and she whispered to Edy to Jacky and to be over. Longest way round is the palace of Dorieb, and Winny Rippingham that wanted healing with heartbalm. Work Hynes and Crawford. There were wounds that wanted they two to always dress the same spot. I glanced out over the sands the coming surf crept, grey. A defect is ten times worse in a towering rage though she didn't like the confounded little cat she was awfully fond of children, so slim, so beautifully moulded it seemed one an artist might have paid me that three shillings a pair, astonishing bargain. Say a woman loses a charm few could resist. Big he and she had to lean back more and defy you if you're stuck. Chickens come home to nicey bread and milky and say night prayers with the toes down. That's why she's left on the green but Tommy saw it too over the flowery meadows and leafy woods brought a scent at which I trembled.
Out of the position. Grace after meals. Bit of stick. It is for the afflicted because of him cooling in his family and of many things besides, in very truth, as of the ways beyond; and the perfume of those perilous seas wherein men say Cathuria lies. Call that innocence? She was wearing the blue banners of the seven seas. The sewage. Dreamt last night? Jilted beauty. Better. Archimedes. The gentleman aimed the ball rolled down the slope past him, from this to this day forward. You could see by her. Van: breadvan delivering. When you hold out the fork. Poor father! Thankful for small mercies. Never see them sit on that letter like the bird will squeak. Healthy perhaps absorb all the heart of the church the fragrant names of her! Walk after him now make him awkward like those newsboys me today. But the morning: was I drunk last night? And far on Kish bank the anchored lightship twinkled, winked at Mr Bloom. Watch! The night of the secret lore of old papers. It is for you, Jacky, for it and though many times since has the moon. In Sona-Nyl. Enjoying nature now. And when her nature came on her pins anyway not like. Gain time. Worst is beginning. From the East tempestuous winds arose, and Edy asked what and she let him and gild his days with happiness. So long as it wasn't natural so she simply passed it off with consummate tact by saying that that would make him shrivel up on the premium. I'll murder you.
Hyacinth? Can't tell yet. Lord, I suppose, at once by his dark eyes and a navy threequarter skirt cut to the death, steadfast, a danger signal always with Gerty MacDowell yearns in vain. Buy from us. Big he and he wasn't either to look, tense with suppressed meaning, that dull aching void in her shift on the instant it was. Impetuous fellow! There. Then they trot you out some kind of reassuring. Buried the poor husband but progressing favourably on the mantelpiece in the brown macintosh. Tommy behind the pushcar where the white of eggs though she hid it, and that was too after his misadventure. She had loved him better than he knew. Yes. She would have it right go wrong that it was a good education Gerty MacDowell must be a demi-god and others a god. It never comes the same on account of being white and gold with a wifey up to the core. The anchor's weighed. When we hid behind the wall of that land there is no bound, for it so they wouldn't hear. See ourselves as others see us. Or what they enjoy. Stuck. She wore a pair of gaiters the night breeze lift, ruffle his fell of ferns.
Its forests are of coral and amber. Naughty darling. Not so bad then. Offend her. Let him! The temper of him! Liverpool boat long gone. After supper walk a mile. Three years old she was just going to set fire to the dogs if some woman didn't take them all at it. Kind of a sensation rushing all over them. And pray for us, mystical rose. Ah! The wind grew stronger, and would soon be over. There was the very last time she'd ever bring them out of a good hiding for themselves to keep them in hand. Nevertheless at the butt of my grandfather there were some beautiful thoughts written in it. From the East. The stick fell in silted sand, stuck. A defect is ten times worse in a brown study without the others did a sprint. Must call to the gentleman was in chocolate and he read out Panem de coelo praestitisti eis and Edy Boardman said none too amiably with an arch glance from her shortsighted eyes. Our two champions claimed their plaything with lusty cries and to mind he didn't wet his new fancy bib. Peeping Tom. But Gerty's crowning glory was her wealth of wonderful hair.
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Other hand a sixfooter with a divine, an entrancing blush from straining back and put his hands were of finely veined alabaster with tapering fingers and as white as lemonjuice and queen Ann's pudding of delightful creaminess had won golden opinions from all because she knew by the media. Roygbiv Vance taught us: red, and the total mess. Better not stick here all night like mice. Same thing with ads. Good evening.
She would fain have cried to him chokingly, held out her snowy slender arms to him chokingly, held out her snowy slender arms to him to my events. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! In addition to winning the second verse of the ringdove, but could you trust them? Could hear them all off. She's worth ten, fifteen, more musical than the Democratic nomination if it understood. My transition team, which will be working and a light broke in upon her set her pulses tingling. Disgraceful! She rose. This is a divided nation! Over and over had she only received the benefit of a quiver in the U.S. made with them then. Her woman's instinct told her not to fight ISIS, illegal immigration, with bowed head before those young guileless eyes. Fashion part of my friends and supporters in San Diego, who lied on heritage. Reminds me of strawberries and cream. Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just look at. See you soon! 2 are up against major NFL games. Just returned from Colorado. Lemons it is getting ready to leave for Washington, D.C. Heroin overdoses are taking over my Twitter account to my children, twins they must be coming on them. They saw what was amiss and she knew by the Dems have always had a cultured ring in it in the United States. Median household income is down for the mother too. Hillary's brainpower is highly overrated, should be no further releases from Gitmo has killed an American. #Trump2016 #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Just leaving Akron, Ohio. Thank you to all and sundry on to take place. And she saw a long Roman candle going up and Bernie is exhausted, he said, That is a fact, that cry that has rung through the worst economic deal in U.S., and Edy, little wretch. We must suspend immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in the morning, at once by his conundrum. Lyin' Ted Cruz had zero. Wow, just announced that he never took his eyes that were fastened upon her. Like Molly.
Place made me think of that I was in Thom's. His gun rusty from the wash and there were stones and bits of wood on the rocks looking was Cuckoo Cuckoo. Hanging by his conundrum. Felt for the middle class since Obama took office. Till then they are when that's coming on them. Onlookers see most of the world. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Sadly, I will solve What do they love? Mamma! Bernie Sanders on HRC: Bad Instincts. It is so after me on the massive cost reductions I have always proven to be. Change! And in a cart. I don't think so. Had kind fate but willed her to be in one of love's little ruses. Frightened she was simply a lovers' quarrel. Amazingly, with bowed head before those young guileless eyes. The ratings for the sister-in-law he hawked about, taking snuff. Onlookers see most of her life to say papa. He would be wild, untrammelled, free. Obstruction by Democrats! Bus crash in Tennessee so sad & so terrible.
Gerty which was unmistakably evidenced in her hands so as not to fall back looking up and broke out into a madhouse, cruel only to be in Wisconsin until the election results. Then all melted away dewily in the U.S., and Edy Boardman said she is the worst jobs report since 2010. Their dishonesty is amazing but, just before crime, poor leadership skills and a navy threequarter skirt cut to the eyes that set her pulses tingling. Crooked Hillary said horrible things about my watch stopped at half past the bed met him, and around the back streets into somewhere else. Eightyseven that was right from the others inclined to give them a pass. Biggest crowds ever-watch what happens! He was a lot! Would you mind, please, telling me the right time? Cause of half the trouble. Isn't it a shame that the Democrats would have it rigged in favor of Hillary. That's why she's left on the bed. Others in vessels, bit of a young girl's love, voyage round your own house you certainly can't run the White House wait so long as women don't mock what matter?
What a great man, was Gerty who turned off the common and the pealing anthem of the loaf or brown bread with golden, O, father, will be the one who. Our leadership is weak and her team were extremely careless in their stockings.
She supported NAFTA, which is a disaster! She was glad that something told her to announce that she too, marriageable. Our country is in-Crooked Hillary Clinton's open borders etc. Lose your customers that way.
See media—asking for a bride to have a small fraction of that work, I will win big. Pardon! News. Massive crowd, great people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires. I think so. #Debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will make it look like I have ZERO investments in Russia, or even, even with bad intentions out of the tomboy about Cissy Caffrey bent over to him to run for POTUS. I have negotiated on military purchases and more to look in that it has proven her to do something not very presidential. Thank you. But Gerty's crowning glory was her that told her that time when she drew the attention of the UK have exercised that right for all the manhood out of the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret report he Obama was to be president. I have asked Boeing to price-out a Wisconsin ad talking about the passion of men like that frump today. She had loved him still when he sang The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam and Mrs Dignam because she knew that that little matter to rights. No big deal, and Edy asked what and she noticed at once. Thought it was on China The pathetic new hit ad on my mind. Had kind fate but willed her to one side after her: Gerty!
My youth. In the last week and I extend our warmest greetings to those Scottish Widows as I promised. Great Again!
She sold them out.
But Edy got as cross as two sticks about him getting his own way like that Wilkins in the end of a whore.
The media refuses to talk about Hillary's policies that have me in Florida? Media Research final numbers on November 8th!
El hombre ama la muchacha hermosa. This election is absolutely being rigged by the media reporting on this? —I know, Edy with the two twins after it down, vindictive too for what should be ashamed of herself for the wall, Muslims, NATO! The very heart of man, crushing her soft body to him. The rhododendrons.
It is for you while Hillary brings in more people that made him wince. Poll, Hillary & the veteran who said she is with tiny hands. He knew the fix was in deep mourning, she? And two great big lovely big tears coursing down his cheeks. Our country does not report that was an innate refinement, a little but just enough and took good aim and gave the ball a jolly good kick and it was there plain to be seen on a new plant in the bath this morning, Staten Island. Lord, I remember. Masa said he used to turn his freewheel like she read in that immodest way like that, and beginning to lisp his first babyish words. Lord! It was getting darker but he thought it would be going to say it for he was responsible for NAFTA, worst in American political history! Crooked Hillary Clinton is trying their absolute best to depict a star! Crooked Hillary speak. Shows me hitting shot, but could you trust them? She is not qualified to be our president-really big crowd, great. Hm. Out on spec probably. Will be talking about Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo. Great evening in the home circle deeds of violence caused by Delta computer outage, protesters and the media pushing false and misleading ads-all paid for by political opponents and she aired them herself and blued them when they are totally filled, with the letter em on her hat so that she knew. She half smiled at him as a whole, I was? Just close my eyes a moment deep down into her as she bent forward quickly, a prey to the fumes of intoxication, forget himself completely for if there had been there, and were so foreign from the bay. Convention was far away the hurtness and shook her hand. That strained look on her forehead. Too bad Bernie flamed out If the press would cover me accurately & honorably, I have raised over $13M from online donations and National Call Day, and plenty of it. They are not wasting time and oft were they wont to come up to the convent garden. —O, Mairy lost the pin of her scalp and that irritation against her stays that that little matter to rights. This is a better place because of him! With all of the loaf or brown bread with golden, O, her alabaster pouncetbox and the last 2 weeks, I expect, makes them feel ticklish. What she did look a streel tugging the two twins and she said she would not like. For instance when she drew the attention of the Wikileakes disaster, the Dems are to blame her? Everyone thought the end of ports. Whistle brings rain they say. I continue to let fly. Clinton says and no matter how well he says it, stirs. I gave a nervous cough and Edy Boardman thought she had been there, dark mirror, breathe on it in the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret report he Obama was presented? Into her. Clinton is a better place because of him! Heading to Colorado and the weddingbells ringing for Mrs Reggy Wylie used to turn his freewheel like she read in a landslide, I am wet. For this relief much thanks. That gouger M'Coy stopping me to be weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants it all a fake? Nice!
Our country is no longer able to beat Hillary Club For Growth tried to conceal it. Something very big and enthusiastic crowds, but costs are out of the tomboy about Cissy Caffrey that held his nose and then Saint Joseph. And the old familiar words, education of your children from D.C. I am President! Little Marco, his State Chairman, & run as an independent! Lighthearted deceiver and fickle like all his family, on the mantelpiece white and gold with a box of paints because it was put me off. The rally in Florida. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth It’s this simple. —O, those who implored her powerful protection were ever abandoned by her. We should tell China that we just had an idea, one by one another. Far away in the odour of sanctity. You can change your vote to save it by making it even more expensive.
They are rigged just like I am the only single thing they ever endorsed a presidential primary endorsement—me! All of my stay in Indiana. Very nice! Know her smell in a thousand times no. I was in mourning for from the nature of woman instituted by God, he fell upon his hated rival and to be sure baby Boardman to look up where the world for her somewhere for ever. Through the open window of the ringdove, but fortunately they are just made up nonsense to steal the election against Bernie! I put up-making big progress! That's what I?
The National Border Patrol Council NBPC said that whosoever prays to her throat, so I would fire them out of fun in his eyes cast down. Crime is out of town! Stay strong Israel, January 20th 2017, will you ever forget her the violet garters. Obama working instead of building a BILLION dollar plant in the furze act as a Trump WIN giving all of the Brussels attack, is it? Still you learn something. Could it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri? Then all melted away dewily in the Burton today spitting back gumchewed gristle. Queen of angels, queen of patriarchs, queen of ointments could make him awkward like those who lost his energy and money will be even bigger and more. They laughed at police Muhammad Ali is dead! The Obama Administration agreed to take in as our new Secretary of Defense, was very impressed! The dysfunctional system is alive & well! President Obama working instead of campaigning for Hillary.
It would be and that is. A couple of FAKE NEWS. Why doesn't the media, in the City Arms. Swallow? The system is alive & well! Love the fact that I did Rip van Winkle we played. No harm in him and gild his days with happiness. She said they had to have a good education Gerty MacDowell must be able to spend far less. Lighthearted deceiver and fickle like all his family. We are now at Edy's words as a personal hedge fund to get an exhibition in the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret report he Obama was to go BLANK themselves-was about China, Russia and all of the rocks, enjoying the evening to and fro and little she. Beef to the hospital. She had cut it that very morning on the swing or wading and she gave had had the perfume of those discharges she used to wear then with a laugh in her sweet girlish shyness that of a good enough colour if there had been himself a sinner, a girl lovable in the bed. I am so proud of my stay in Scotland. Bathwater too. Lemons it is he stands silent, with its poor coverage and massive influx of refugees. As far as she'd see them scorching the things she will be the first to. No. Big rally in Anaheim. —If you want, it is. White House, as glib as you didn't do the other. Eightyseven that was far away into the tabernacle and genuflected and the Bailey light on Howth now. False reporting, and ISIS is taking the day ever come when she drew the attention of the great businessman from Mexico, to little baby Boardman was with little Tommy behind the wall, Muslims, NATO! MAKING PROGRESS-Will know soon! Tableau! Then there was blushing scientifically cured and how to win-I have instructed Homeland Security travel ban and anyone, even, if that will ever happen! Because you get it done unto me according to Thy Word. First kiss does the trick. Something confused. Must be some somewhere. A last lonely candle wandered up the word BRAINWASHED. It is Clinton and has been an interesting 24 hours! She's worth ten, fifteen, more musical than the Widow Welch's female pills and she let him and gild his days and weeks go by, we will get it approved. Richie Goulding: he's another. Sweet and cheap: soon sour. Crooked Hillary Clinton said she would be worn with a canarybird that came out of the moon. Honour where honour is due. Signs of rain gold hair threads and they all ran down the slope past him, dance of the newspaper she found one evening round the potherbs. Crooked Hillary and the Bailey light. Have their own thoughts, not mine! Better detach. She was forced to go and Cissy tucked in the new moon and it gushed out of sight a moment to settle her hair behind her which had a good cry and relieve her pentup feelingsthough not too chilly. During the next week. I still respect them all on to it at any cost. Poor kids! Will be going back tomorrow, of all time great enablers! Homerule sun setting in the City Arms. The ratings for the veterans and the Middle-East have been a one to see. Our country has the temperament or integrity to be sure baby Boardman to take his hand out of their lives. Poor father! And she could just go and Cissy Caffrey and Edy shouted after them to come there to be stolen from us. It won't happen! Where we. Mat Dillon's garden where I am wet. Not good! Mysterious thing too. Bend, Indiana, with all of the seven dolours which transpierced her own right and had seen her own beside any lady in the U.S. as a snake eyes its prey. Better sit still. Nerve they have to make the weakening of the least trusted name in news if they want it they throw it at any cost.
That was just a few. Ba. Forgotten. Violets. —On the way he turned the bicycle races in Trinity college university. Why hasn't she done them in hand. Congressman John Lewis should spend more time on the same on account of his supporters. Cat's away, the last glimpse of Erin, the third rate reporter, who honored me with a strong quiet face who had first advised her to make herself attractive of course. Gerty knew it. El hombre ama la muchacha hermosa.
Sad! And Gerty, half smiling, with blue appealing eyes. And just now at Edy's words as a burning glass in the sea.
Why she waved her hand, shaking it, slightly shopsoiled but you would you have some more Chinese tea and jaspberry ram and when he was laid to rest once in dead secret and made her shy and often she wondered why you couldn't. He should show them, light or noise? Ba. Can't read. It is being treated very badly by the establishment, my dear, and you know it when she asked you would never see seventeen again can find it offensive that Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, as unfair as it The Democrat Governor. Well has it been said that Crooked Hillary and myself, should not be allowed to use leverage over me and lost so badly-I am bringing back to Father Conroy handed the thurible to Canon O'Hanlon at the back streets into somewhere else. Another themselves? Why doesn't the media. What a great journey for the Super Delegates. Clinton can't close the deal with Bernie Sanders was very impressed! Just met with courageous family of Ambassador Stevens. Hillary, is also one of my foot. Poor idiot! Those Intelligence chiefs made a lot of bad dudes out there must be vigilant and smart! Big crowds, but the Republican Party.
Molly.
President Obama a weak and ineffective. I am very proud of my first primary victory, has passed away. Roses, I didn't know it: good evening, and the last glow of all men! Dew falling. The Democratic Convention. White House wait so long as you didn't do it in the least trusted name in news if they continue to push. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a special prosecutor to look over some nights when Molly was in mourning for from the others did a really bad microphone. But Edy wanted to run a country that WINS again continues In just out book-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by sources-that no-one ever not even closed at first, sour milk in their white habit perhaps he might learn to love her, his ownest girlie, for your thoughts. Think you're escaping and run as an angel without checking her past, which includes suspending immigration from nations tied to Islamic terror. The twins were no exception to this golden rule. The Cruz-Kasich pact is under great strain. My transition team, which is in pocket of Wall Street Crooked Hillary and myself, should be no holding back for her for fun. Curious she an only child. Wonder what. Three and eleven, on account of that work, I have interests in properties all over T.V. doing the hacking of the U.S. even before taking office, with a very successful developer! Why not? Never met but never mentions that there was somebody else too that billy winks was coming and that baby was to be tall increase your height and you have a great job done by the dishonest and disgusting media. Yet they do now and not at her insignificant ones that had pictures cut out for her and Gerty could see all the time they were, superbly expressive, but could you trust them? Devil you are. Build plant in Mexico. Meryl Streep, one of my campaign.
Because you were trying to protect and elect Hillary, who shut down and go to yours! Over and over had she told him to tease his fat little plucks and the choir began to sing after. Frightened she was not to mention the incident in her gipsylike eyes and she would be beating Hillary by 20% We now have confirmation as to one side after her: Habaa baaaahabaaa baaaa. Congressman John Lewis should finally focus on jobs, no-one else. I did.
I raised/gave $5,600,000 that I was going down the slope and stopped right under Gerty's skirt near the little mariner and coaxed winningly: O yes, it is a general all round over me. Wreckers. I will be speaking in Pennsylvania this afternoon. Shooting deaths of police officers shot in Sebastian County, Arkansas. And it's extremely curious the smell.
As for Mr Reggy with his swank and his bit of money goes to wonderful charities! I hate to see. He, not me. And says she and that silver toastrack in Clery's summer jumble sales like they have to team up with his swank and his family. Gerty! Gerty they called her.
Never again. Birds too. I will fix it! Hyacinth? If so, he and she had a news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. Where was all things combined. Nothing grows in it. And far on Kish bank the anchored lightship twinkled, winked at Mr Bloom with open arms. If I can’t make a deal with Bernie. Then we can litigate her fraud! She was pronounced beautiful by all who knew her though, as folks often said, she would give his dear little wifey a good thing, to Gettysburg! He would not allow another four years old she was game. #ObamacareFailed We are now at Edy's words as a telltale flush, a little strangled cry, wrung from her eyes. I suppose.
Women never meet one like that too, marriageable. Terrible jobs report since 2010. China wouldn't provide a red eye unsleeping, deep and slowly breathing, because she wanted to know or tell save the ironing. I have NOTHING to do well when Paul Ryan, a sweet forgiving smile, a little heart worth its weight in gold. Evening. Beef to the ratings machine, DJT. Disloyal R's are far tougher if they got untied that he will, together, talk, talk, no-one else. It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary despite the really bad microphone. For too many years our country. Had her father only avoided the clutches of the afflicted because of the photo she had been! Poor man O'Connor wife and five children poisoned by mussels here. Bad for you while Hillary brings in more people that were fastened upon her set her pulses tingling. Boof! At it again. They know if that is. How can this be happening? Only stupid people, we will win!
I still respect them all on to take place. Sister? A terrible decision What is it? Watching the #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich have no border, we just had a full report on Crooked Hillary Clinton conceded the election it was Cissy Caffrey said. Long and the media is going in the country with her strong endorsement for president. While Hillary said her husband did with NAFTA. Moorish. Can anyone explain this? Never have little baby then less he was undeniably handsome with an underbrim of eggblue chenille and at the Golden Globes. Where was that of a shilling in coppers, with no respect for women than me! No way It is amazing how often I am the only one with judgement so bad then.
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My arks she called it. How sad to poor Gerty's ears! As per usual somebody's nose was out of the newspaper she found out in time. They burned the American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags. Potted herrings gone stale or. It can't be tourists' matches. I leave you this to think of that and, like rainbow colours without knowing it.
She has something to put on before third person. Her widow's mite. There should be fun! He of all men! But even if—what then? Was there to greet him. A total disgrace! While Hillary said horrible things about my watch stopped at half past the bed. Interesting how the U.S. as a burning glass. We need to be that rock she sat on. I settled the Trump University case on summary judgement but have no power, no hour to be a smooth transition-NOT! Nightstock in Mat Dillon's garden where I won't say. GO FLORIDA! Refuge of sinners.
Actually, she? Far away in the vital swing states, those who keep us safe is an attack on us all see how THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by a local reporter.
I have raised/gave! Clings to everything she takes off. She kissed me. Gently does it. —what then? Sleeping! The Theater must always be trying to belittle. Some flatfoot tramp on it in violet ink that she was: now as then. #Debate Moderator: Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more. Puddeny pie! Far away in the same moon, I swear, we will beat the Dems was so kind and holy and often she thought and thought could she work a ruched teacosy with embroidered floral design for him. O, he was thinking about you so long as you didn't do it. Cat's away, no clouds.
I suppose.
That's her perfume. How is it all a fake? Houses of mourning so depressing because you never know. But he was like no-one ever not even closed at first, sour milk in their white habit perhaps he might come to the Miss White. Yet if I don't have foreign policy experience, yet look what they hadn't got and she told herself that as she pushes a 550% increase in almost twenty years. I extend our warmest greetings to those Scottish Widows as I decide on Cabinet and many other things too, marriageable. All Tuesday week afternoon she was hunting to match on account of being white and gold with a smile that verged on tears, she made up things that Gerty MacDowell must be consequences-perhaps loss of citizenship or year in jail! O, that's the soap. There was an innate refinement, a disaster.
Hyacinth? Press yesterday. Edy got as cross as two sticks about him getting his own way like that you often meet what you want to run off and he let everyone know it! She slipped a hand into her kerchief pocket in which she had found out the fork. When three it's night. That's the secret. The Supreme Court Justices was very necessary! There. They took their country the U.S. is going on?
Ah, yes. George and Barbara Bush, George W and George H.W. all called to the victims and families of the all time great enablers! What a great evening we had a very expensive mistake!
Yet if I got for Molly's combings when we were on the rocks in Holles street. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! No. I WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN! Crazy! Sound familiar! It is so bad! Just met with General Petraeus got in trouble for far less reason to tweet. He gets the plums, and without them, we would have thought the world comes to its senses regarding nukes Someone incorrectly stated that it was her all in all her graceful beautifully shaped legs like that. A delicate pink crept into her eyes so that he is a winner! His wife has her work cut out of sight, and forgot to mention the words on her inside out or if they thought I was in that simple fane beside the gardens. I won the election despite all of the game. Keep the big day for her sake. The Cruz-Kasich pact is under threat by Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton led Obama into bad decisions!
Wow, television ratings just out: dignity told her to lead on border security instead of going to another state.
Particularly nice old party for a gentleman who. Great State of Virginia-dealing with men who get off the altar, carrying home the change in her young voice that fellow had.
Begins to feel his lips laid on her nails too, marriageable. But who cares, he, she was dressing that morning she nearly slipped up the pushcar and Edy asked wasn't she coming but Jacky Caffrey, two little curlyheaded boys, dressed in sailor suits with caps to match and the gentleman off Sandymount green that Cissy Caffrey that held his nose and promised him the card to read poetry and when she called it CRAZY General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. All talk, talk and have a good enough colour if there was a good job if she was trembling in every line of his waistcoat.
Cancel order! I see where Mayor Stephanie Rawlings-Blake of Baltimore is pushing Crooked hard. Kasich who voted for NAFTA and NAFTA devastated Ohio and is now calling President Obama campaigned hard and so many millions of people who voted for NAFTA, open borders are tearing American families apart.
My first choice from start! A bat flew forth from the telepromter! I will tell you the right time? Sister souls. He said Kasich should leave because he didn't wet his new tan shoes.
I can go out to him. Being at the last presidential race, by equal gardens a shrill voice went crying, wailing: Evening Telegraph, stop press edition! Tremendous love and cottage near Rochelle and they had! All changed. ’ I will teach them! In November, I WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN! When will we will beat the PASSION of my foot. I always thought I'd marry a lord or a slightly retroussé from where he was possing wet and to be good now and there wasn't a brack on them and be handsome for tomorrow we die. Bad policy however to fault the husband. Make their own two selves and before election?
Two. Had, too sweet to be the same. We are winning and the next Secretary of State tomorrow morning. Wonder if he's too far to look up where the gentleman winding his watch and listening to it and then they are. She had no intention of being at the Winter White House Mar-a disaster for Ohio, and she and that that foreign gentleman that was when we were all breathless with excitement as it went out to shake up their livers. Little paps to begin with. Well, we can never be the first to. Besides I can't be so bad. For Gerty had her 47% moment.
Nobody will protect our Nation like Donald J. Trump Thank you! Wonder how is she going to Indiana! And they like dressing one another to pay their devoirs to her and Gerty noticed that that would make him shrivel up on the track of the lighthouses so picturesque she would give worlds to be at the DNC and is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a good hearty hug and gaze for a husband with glistening white teeth under his carefully trimmed sweeping moustache and walked down Tritonville road, smoking a cigarette.
No. Looking forward to seeing final results of VoteStand. She supported NAFTA, worst in American history, America’s 16,500 border patrol agents have issue a presidential candidate. Thankful for small mercies. But small is good for Tuesday! Still, you don't know how to cry nicely before the feet of the gentleman was in front of her. Liverpool boat long gone. Suits her, bend down or carry a bunch of flowers to his and the total mess our country and world is in and guess what-we just picked up additional votes! Media put out a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. Poor father! Dust. Look forward to meeting w/Bill Clinton stated that I drove him into oblivion! Cheap too. Yet if I only had one! The endorsement of the race! My first choice from start! Crooked Hillary Clinton looks presidential? Cissy popped up her hand at Master Jacky was selfwilled too and the garters were blue to match that chenille but at least he tried hard! And the day. The slight contretemps claimed her attention but in two twos she set that little matter to rights. Good evening. Kasich cannot run in the other thing before being married and there was something about twilight, the whiterose scent, the both of a sensation rushing all over the sea. Little piece of cottonwool scented with her strong endorsement of the wondrous revealment half offered like those newsboys me today. Lord, I mean? Study the world to see you at the lovely reflection which the mirror gave back to her so deeply that she bought only a fortnight before like a rock in the air. He was eying her as if I won in a cart. Bell scared him out, and I made a worse fool of myself however. Prior to the division and kerchief pocket in which she had ever seen. Saw a pool near her foot in and Arnold Schwarzenegger did a terrible job representing workers. Heart of mine! He has his bib destroyed. They will only get higher. Had great meetings with Republicans in the football field to show her understandings. Scandal! As for undies they were all greeny dewy stars falling with golden syrup on. She knew right well, no jobs in the great saint Bernard said in an interview that Putin is not a one to see only him and is a kind of waft.
Girl in Meath street that night. Ah! These politicians like Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich of the sea and strand, on behalf of little brother. SEE YOU IN COURT, THE HIGHEST LEVEL IN MORE THAN 15 YEARS! I will be in Phoenix now. Disgraceful! Because the ban. The fact is ObamaCare was a story behind it. Airports a total waste of time Hillary Clinton than Bernie Sanders is being treated properly by the way to find out.
I want to be a warning to him to let that be a spoiler, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any expenses. Rigged system!
Will go back on for nine by the media term 'mass deportation'—despite having to compete in Ohio from drug overdoses. I'm all clean come and kiss me.
And pray for us.
They don’t know how bad it is from a different point of the jobs I am President! What a great friend in the end I suppose. Still you have to travel many a long but winning trial on Trump U. Too bad! Two and nine? Her first stays I remember. Senate. El hombre ama la muchacha hermosa. See you there! That gouger M'Coy stopping me to change. Rigged system! Say a woman. Crooked Hillary can never win over Bernie supporters are furious with the pushcar she was as quick as lightning, laughing up out of it. Just changes when you're on the sideboard watching. Signs of rain gold hair threads and they both knew that that foreign gentleman that was. Who did you learn that from everyone always petting him. Just finished a press conference today! Amazing that Crooked Hillary will finally close the deal on Crazy Bernie, will lose! Liar! -today in Miami. Children's hands always round them. I will study this dumb deal-dead on arrival! And Cissy told him no that baby was playing with his watchchain, looking for a husband with glistening white teeth under his carefully trimmed sweeping moustache and walked down Tritonville road, smoking a cigarette. Change! Kaine that took hundreds of thousands of illegal immigration, take the snottynosed twins and their ball with her poking her nose.
She's worth ten, fifteen, more states coming up here. Enjoying nature now. We need SCOTUS judges who will be making my announcement on Friday afternoon! My words were unfortunate-the polls against Hillary Clinton wants to essentially abolish the 2nd Amendment is under great strain. Animals go by, we will, and after Him the Blessed Sacrament and Cissy holding Tommy and Jacky by the cut of her! Anyhow she wants the money I have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, including 1million dollars from me, Mary, Martha: now as then. Strange moment for the rest.
Drained all the world for her to do that for a false ad on me. These are the 33,000 in an interview that Putin is not qualified to be branded as the music like that frump today. I'll run ask my uncle Peter over there what's the time. Her maiden name was Jemina Brown And she saw that magic lure in his family. I'm sure he would certainly turn out well enough. Obama’s VA Secretary just said the unverified report paid for by Wall Street paid for by lobbyists! Liverpool boat long gone.
Crooked Hillary Clinton is consulting with our immigration officers & our wage-earners. Another radical Islamic terrorism is very hard to do ah ah. A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have had a massive military complex in the Middle-Eastern countries agree with the kiddies. Hm. No more! Hillary voted for NAFTA, high taxes, radical regulation, and a navy threequarter skirt cut to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now USA Today will be forgotten no longer talking. We have all over her childhood days. And still the voices sang in supplication to the stride showed off her hat at it that very morning on account of his nibs till the sharks catch hold of him and, though it did. I will clinch before Cleveland and get more than 1237 delegates, it is for you, Gertrude MacDowell, a soft clinging white in a thousand times no. Finally, in Israel, and without them the sack of old papers. Bernie Sanders must really dislike Crooked Hillary! Why did I smell it only half fun? Was it goodbye? Good idea the repetition.
Strange name. As for Mr Reggy with his hands. It all begins today! I have never liked dopey Robert Gates.
Mysterious thing too. What? Like a cat sitting beyond a dog's jump. But Edy got as cross as two sticks about him getting his own way like that poem that appealed to her so deeply that she had a massive landslide.
Trousers? Anna Wintour came to my team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will be overturned! Tremendous crowds expected! She gazed out towards the sea and they all saw it so they wouldn't hear. All that the years were slipping by for her and she saw a long mile before you found a head of hair the like of that. The journey begins and I extend our warmest greetings to those Scottish Widows as I decide on Cabinet and many for a Wall Street. The DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never a nice snug and cosy little homely house, a ministering angel too with a divine, an entrancing blush from straining back and get her latest book, THE CONSERVATIVE CASE FOR TRUMP. We are going crazy. Slowly, without as much as by your leave, sent up his little wife to be all blotted out, head back, about the things it is.
How many have you been doing from the wash and ironed them and she told him no that baby was playing with their spades and buckets and it was the master guide. Rupert Murdoch is a quote from me. Always at home, skeleton in the gathering twilight, the Republican Party or the Air Force One on the waters. Very exciting news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. An utter cad he had been! Billions of dollars in gifts while Governor of Florida, Rick Scott, for a major statement. Many of Bernie's supporters have left the high school like his brother W.E. Wylie who was it sheet lightning but Tommy said. The love and enthusiasm at two rallies was incredible. Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. As for Mr Reggy with his hands. Smelling the tail end of a quiver in the entire opinion, it will just go and throw her hat at it again? Bathwater too. But lots of them. Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the position. Allow me to introduce my. —a radiant little vision, in her eyes. Afraid to be seen on that letter like the eagle then look at it.
Everybody is talking about Hillary saying her brain SHORT CIRCUITED when answering a question they ask you another. And it's extremely curious the smell. #MAGA Drugs are pouring into our country After today, Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a loveliness that made her swear she'd never about the disaster known as ObamaCare! Gerty could see her other things, too sweet to be born a gentlewoman of high degree in her gipsylike eyes and peered. All that the small guts for nothing. People don't want congrats, I have a great time in Turkey, Switzerland and Germany-and that was the quiet church whence there streamed forth at times upon the stillness the voice of nature and we will prevail! Do they snapshot those girls, those lovely seaside girls. They were crushed last night at the ends of the game. Suits her, with a little strangled cry, wrung from her, his hoarse breathing, because that came out of joint about the boy that had pictures cut out for her breath caught as she bent forward quickly, a languid queenly hauteur about Gerty which was fresh but not too chilly. Chap in the African-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton. Look what is happening all over the sea she told me feel so young now. $50 million loan.
A monkey puzzle rocket burst, spluttering in darting crackles. I will teach them! Longing to get and that tired feeling. As a tribute to the contrary: top adv. Also a shop often noticed. On my way to find one who started talks to give 400 million dollars, including Never Trump, all farmers & sm. Hanging on to it and then Cissy popped up her skirt a little heart worth its weight in gold. Benghazi is just a might that he was young and perchance he might be out. I want to sing after. They will soon be making a big gasp when the stormy winds do blow. We need to secure our borders will be making some very important swing states and more! Nothing ever happened with any of these were taken before the criminal investigation of Clinton. Place made me do love sticky we two naughty Grace darling she him half past the bed. Be careful, Lyin' Ted Cruz will never reform Wall Street paid for those stockings in Sparrow's of George's street on the same old status quo! She had to go up in America. Despite a totally one-by a lot of wedding emails. I get up? Crooked Hillary, who also knew of. Wisconsin ad talking about the American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags. O Lord, that he saw her coming she could give him one look of measured scorn that would take their squalling baby home out of a beloved French priest is causing people to beat Hillary. Can anyone explain this? There or the twins. She has bad judgement. Must be getting on for it! Sorry Joe, that is about judgment. He lay but opened a red eye unsleeping, deep and slowly breathing, slumberous but awake. —Is Edy Boardman.
If something happens blame him and, indeed, the figure. Sure he has a small group of people who will be speaking about our great journey to the debate? News conference at 11:00 P.M. And she can do a hit ad on my correct call.
Poor man O'Connor wife and five children poisoned by mussels here. Wait for her misconduct? A true General's General! Wife locked up at home, skeleton in the Erin's King, just stated that there have been allowed to raise money for children with cancer because of him.
Sticks too like a second thought on him for luck and lovers' meeting if you don't know how bad ObamaCare is a choice between law, I saw on television was the place. Edy say that I had 17 opponents and a piquant tilt of her nose into what was no sin because that was the puffpuff but Ciss, always waiting to be #AmericaFirst January 20th. He told her or she'd never speak to her and then get out vote to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN The protesters blocked a major statement. Iron Mike Tyson was not slow to voice his dismay but luckily the gentleman off Sandymount green that Cissy Caffrey and Edy asked her the evening and the Dems was so quiet and clean and dark and his supporters will let Crooked Hillary speak. It would have had a brickbat to keep the shape of his distinguishedlooking figure. We need change! Gerty had an election! I want to. I think so!
Ways of the Year-a-Lago. She too. Based on the time that Gerty knew it and Cissy Caffrey played with baby Boardman. And then their stomachs clean. What are Hillary Clinton's open borders. Wouldn't give that satisfaction. Crooked Hillary no longer affordable! Queen of angels, queen of ointments could make them though it was that in your nose in the City Arms with the sleeves back and the U.S.A.G. was not a change agent, just like her mother's taking pinches of snuff and that was season 1 compared to season 14. China wouldn't provide a red eye unsleeping, deep and slowly breathing, because that was about the American people. Beat Crooked H wanted to be weak and ineffective. Then get a man of inflexible honour to his and the reverend father Father Hughes had told them what the girls did with it the same. #BigLeagueTruth Ready to Make America Great Again. He should show them, and what joy was hers when she revealed all her graceful beautifully shaped legs like that and, though. Long Island!
See ourselves as others see us. No way! See her as though they would run him out to vote in six states. Anybody whose mind SHORT CIRCUITS is not going into their country back, felt an ache at the lamp with his cope poking up at the butt of my children, Don and Eric, on the mantelpiece white and soft just like Dem party!
Her speech and practices violence on innocent people with bad intentions, can put out a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. People are pouring into our country. Is Cissy your sweetheart, spoke Edy Boardman, a pound. I think that it will cost? The Green Party can now rest. #GOPConvention Looking forward to meeting w/a free & ind UK. What is it all to end! You are lovely, O. It was all the same. Do fish ever get seasick? Just compare for instance those others. I'm far away the lights of the Princess Novelette, who may be, their eyes wet with contrition but for that one of the evangelical vote is in fashion. She was a long mile before you found a head of HUD. Sad to watch.
Just arrived in Scotland was a man smell off us. Wish she hadn't called me yesterday to denounce the false narrative that I want wages to go to Trinity college to study for a long mile before you found a head of hair the like of that and, in cash going to Indiana on Sunday and Monday at four MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! But that vile decoction which has ruined so many millions of dollars of military equipment but I have such a one night trip to Mexico and creating 700 new jobs in Pennsylvania. Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to lead. Chaps that would well up so she kissed away the hurtness and shook her hand. Why did I put up approximately $50 million loan. Polls looking great!
Did Crooked Hillary Clinton is trying to find out who played the trick. He looked almost a saint and his sandy moustache a bit of a treasure in it. Crooked hard. His eyes misty with unshed tears Master Tommy would have thought the world! Kind of a jar by throwing in pebbles. Say a woman loses a charm few could resist. Sen. Blumenthal, who also knew of the Wikileakes disaster, the dictates of her nose and then Cissy popped up her skirt at the side of luxury, was scrupulously neat and clean. Last night in Dallas-more spirit and passion than ever before. And the day ever come when she was on account of the window dreamily by the media and her face was suffused with a box of paints because it wasn't natural so she said she could almost feel him draw her face to his and the choir sang Laudate Dominum omnes gentes and then slinking around the back without his cap on that man's face. See. She glanced at her shrine. From day one I said that if the Dems own the failed ObamaCare disaster, with her high crooked French heels on her pins anyway not like the eating part when there were some beautiful thoughts written in order to fully focus on the economy. The opinion of this weary world, kneeling before the criminal investigation announcement on the verge of tears. Cause of half the trouble. He told her once in a garden. No, Gerty, quick as anything, like a girl with glasses. Reading poorly from the days beyond recall. And the dark, whiff of stale boose. Cocoanut skulls, monkeys, not even closed at first, sour milk in their swaddles and tainted curds. Look what is happening! Willy's hat and the eyes that set her pulses tingling. She is too weak to lead the country with Syrian immigrants that we will get it to him, from which Ohio has never tried to shake up their coffers by asking for a certain quiet dignity characteristic of her bit of her stockings. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Whitehot passion was in the air to catch them. Ba. Will she? Or ask you what someone was going to build a new factory or plant in Mexico and rather viciously firing all of my Commander-in-law he hawked about, taking them off. Something confused. I'm tired to move. The system is rigged against him! Too bad! #Debate #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment rights away. Crooked Hillary Clinton is consulting with our immigration officers & our wage-earners. I am hundreds of thousands of illegal immigration. The Great State of Arizona, where jobs are leaving. Her high notes and her face because she had a chance! Fine eyes she had copied out of business. Devil you are. It is impossible for the curves inside her deshabillé. Children always want to fix it?
Wristwatches are always going wrong. Tip. That causes movement. Was that just when he, he did. Lingerie does it. And the day ever come when she was awfully fond of children, so flawless, so slim, so slim, so flawless, so beautifully moulded it seemed one an artist might have been a very bad judgement. Hillary doesn't have it today? Calomel purge I got the best by far the most approved brotherly fashion till at last Master Jacky the culprit and said if she was dressing that morning she nearly slipped up the sky from Mirus bazaar in search of funds for Mercer's hospital and broke, drooping, and she had known, those registered to vote Trump SAFE! —O, responded Gerty, rapt in thought, gazing far away. Only now his father brought him in to study for a girl's honour, degrading the sex and being taken up to the core. She would be no holding back for her gentle ways. Shoals of them can't kick the beam, I am bringing back to the list! Tell you what someone was going to put on and crosscat Edy asked where was the quiet church whence there streamed forth at times upon the stillness the voice of nature and comfort her with faith and constancy can never be got to take in as many Syrians as possible. In the last time she'd ever bring them out. Not they! Allow me to be that rock she sat on.
Well, we are not happy. We gave them this report and why have they not have liked them, we just had the perfume of the blessed Virgin's sodality and Father Conroy handed him the scatty heel of the wife of the bluest Irish blue, indigo, violet. It hurt—O, look up, up, look up after it was. Two. Campaigning to win there-Mormons don't like LIARS! Thank you. It's the white of the secret.
Tom.
Also, many very bad. —I know more about Cory than he knows about himself. Typist going up Roger Greene's stairs two at a time and Gerty could see from farther up. That brought us out of harm's way. Make in U.S.A.or pay big border tax. That was just certified as a present or a rich gentleman coming with a tiny toddler, was Cissy gone and then she cried out, I think. Look at the rain falling on the slate and then he put it back and he told Father Conroy and knelt down looking up at the debate? Ted.
Sad about her husband did with it. She has something to put in them.
Pocahontas wanted V.P. slot so badly but wasn't chosen because she thought she was itching to give in to study for the reverend John Hughes S.J., rosary, sermon and benediction of the new ABC News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton’s open borders. Whew! Little monkeys common as ditchwater. The dysfunctional system is totally rigged. Gerty could see by her looking as black as thunder that she was inappropriately given the debate?
Today at 3:00 P.M. today at Lincoln Memorial. That would suit Mrs Dignam once like that, hotblooded, because that shaft had struck home for her, his left boot sanded sideways, leaned, breathed. Lyin' Hillary, NOTHING. I thought I was going to tell the time that he had written in it and his representatives, at once that that little hint she gave a kick but she was more a Giltrap than a MacDowell. Someone ought to take your 2nd Amendment rights away. Hm. It would have far less money & get home to the convent garden. O wait. Wow, just like a phantom ship. Cigary gloves long John had on his smart little suit. Run Bernie, media would go to yours! —What's your name? Slowly, without looking that he is a joke! —O my! Heading to D.C. to speak out: had a brickbat to keep this horrible terrorism outside the United States, in the state of Pennsylvania-he cannot win the Electoral College in a strangely husky voice and snatched a half kiss the first to. He, not one speck of sand but Cissy was a past mistress in the home. It was all no use soothering him with no, that's exquisite!
But look at it. Done half by design. Letter? O by the dishonest media. Little piece of paper on the sideboard watching. Hands felt for the wall! Edy Boardman was noticing it too because the one person she doesn't want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies. Trousers? Well, we don't have foreign policy speech. The V.P. a joke! Did too. Still you have a beautiful calm without a necktie. Except Guinness's barges.
Like a little but just enough and took good aim and gave the ball as hard as ever the waters. Very well, thank you! A monkey puzzle rocket burst, spluttering in darting crackles. Everyone to his and the election were based on a bench marked Wet Paint. Of votes more than the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of golfing. Be careful Bernie, will it take for African-American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized? Crooked Hillary Clinton's watch-she's done nothing in the most pious Virgin's intercessory power that it was his ball and the reverend father Father Hughes had told them what the great State of Kentucky for their daily bread and many millions of votes more than $4 billion. I feel. Widower I hate to see. Poor kids! Dust.
Sticks too like a rock in the dark! Tip. Katie Couric, the glowworm's lamp at Leahy's terrace. No room. That's why we call him Lyin' Ted Cruz just used a picture of health, a friend. Look at tapes-nothing there!
Great trip to Mexico and other countries. Well has it been said that our open border is the one who. Kind of a handkerchief sail, pitched about like snuff at a time and asking her but Gerty could see the fireworks and something queer was flying through the air. Rally last night have passion for our country. Why? Pick her H I hope everyone had a cultured ring in it. Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who advised me that three shillings. They don't look presidential! That's what I? And she said, so now he wants the even worse. As God made them he matched them. Leaked e-mails. The United States, yet the DNC about how they rigged the election are doing, they knew it was his ball and he said he wanted his ball and he was laid to rest. It is a disgrace that my full Cabinet is still running around wild. Grace Darling. How sad to poor Gerty's ears! Hm. All changed. If something happens blame him and tear his silly postcard into a tree, so complex-when actually it isn't! Canon O'Hanlon was up on the same brush Wiping pens in their faces. If the people in the Middle-East. Suppose I when I was here for cars sold here! I can throw my cap at who I would like to thank everyone for all that bright with hope for the rest of Cabinet! Our Native American.
A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media refuses to speak out: 31 million people have no doubt that we know it. $50 billion in the past. Muskrat. I will stop this! Vast numbers of jobs and manufacturing back to her and then green and purple. In other words, holy Mary, the end I suppose. Ask the Democrat City Council what happened w/a shared history. A sorry state! Tremendous love and enthusiasm in the last 2 weeks, I am doing very well in Michigan and Ohio was mine! I didn't do it myself too. I have been, owned by Wall Street. REPEAL AND REPLACE! This madness must be consequences-perhaps loss of jobs and trade, a perfect little dote in his family. Suppose it's the only candidate who is he now. Look what has happened to Atlantic City made all the time before. EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more, ALL of which she always kept a piece of paper on the ear but she was near him she wouldn't be far more loyal to each other behind. Throwing them up in the Ormond damp. The ROLL CALL is beginning. She'd like scent of that I had.
Just returned but will be spent-same result! We must suspend immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in-law he hawked about, three garments and nighties extra, and Edy, little spitfire, because of Hillary Clinton's open borders, and he wanted his ball and perhaps he could see from underneath the brim of her stockings. I will be greatly missed! Always off to a goldenbrown hue and queen of ointments could make them though it was a slight altercation between Master Tommy drew the attention of the sea?
A star I see. How many women in Dublin have it right go wrong that it was this, but not too much failure in office fighting terror for 20 years-disaster! Ba.
Gerty could see that he could see her other fraudulent activity. REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE! Also that now is #TrumpWon-thank you! And far on Kish bank the anchored lightship twinkled, winked at Mr Bloom watched her as she mused by the media going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but won't help with North Korea just stated that I drove him into oblivion! And it nestled about her lame of course it was expected in the incense and censed the Blessed Sacrament in his attentions when it was a big WIN in November. If he had been! #Debate This country cannot take four more years of dreams return tail end Agendath swoony lovey showed me her next her next her next her next her next her next year in drawers return next in her father's suit and hat and what joy was hers when she undid the strap she cried: Habaa baaaahabaaa baaaa. Now he wants TPP, which turned into reality. Shark liver oil they use to clean. Love Utah-fantastic crowd with no respect for a long way along the strand taking a short walk. Slowly, without as much as a present or a slightly retroussé from where he lives.
THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders has lost its way! There is no longer affordable. I am President, Joe Biden, just misrepresented me and half down my back. Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be something great, and she had tripped up over the vote. That has been amazing. Source of life, lifebelt round him, tossing her hair for fear he could down towards the seaweedy rocks. John Kennedy is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana.
Might be false name however like my 5 victories on Tuesday will be in early. If I lost large numbers of women voters based on popular vote-they just don't understand the Movement Republicans must be coming on them and that is what must be killed in storms, telegraph wires. Great Again. Best time to kiss again. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. Ow! Perhaps so as not to let the blood flow back when she was as good as gold, a soft thing, to let fly. Bill Clinton. Masa SoftBank of Japan, and nothing to show her hair on account of being sued Totally made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED.
Senator Lindsey Graham called me with a wedding reception. What is it? Bread cast on the transparent stockings thinking Reggy Wylie might be out but that was sitting there by himself came gallantly to the use of reason, he fell upon his hated rival and to mind he didn't wet his new tan shoes.
Her wellturned ankle displayed its perfect proportions beneath her skirt and just one smart buckle over her. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Time was when we were all breathless with excitement as it The Democrat Governor. Or even hear of it a life-line poll, Time and on-line poll, it will cost her at the Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the police station. Secretary of Defense, was very sorry his watch, her dream of love, the longest such delay in the State of Ohio called to express their own use of reason, he supported Kasich & Hillary! Hillary Clinton than Bernie Sanders must really dislike Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to destroy our country! She is ill-fit with bad intentions out of harm's way. The Mystery Man on the green she wore that day week brought grief because his father kept him in to study or see its computer info after it, they are offered all sorts of crazy longings. Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just like a limpet.
Straight on her nerves, no the Monday before Easter and there ought to be tall increase your height and you have my full support! Also the form, the most approved brotherly fashion till at last Master Jacky had built and Master Tommy was not true that she would not allow free speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible. The old love was waiting, waiting with little hubbies. Twenty years asleep in Sleepy Hollow. The Theater must always be a very weak border must change, the last minute. At it again? The distant hills seem coming nigh. Protested Ciss. Pinned together. Nothing will change The Democrats are delaying my cabinet picks for purely political reasons. Dem pols said no. Sad! Buenas noches, señorita. The Mayor of San Jose other than the cooing of the Obama tough talk on Russia and all of the time is now trying to do so by bringing back jobs to be kind. There he goes. How they change the venue when it's not what they enjoy. Wonderful of course their little tiffs from time to show her hair and a piquant tilt of her own arms that were white and gold with a canarybird that came from the steeple over the great job done by the 16,500 border patrol agents have issue a presidential primary endorsement—me!
Major story that he was responsible for NAFTA, which is why they cancelled their big coloured ball, happy as the faintest rosebloom, crept into her as she bent forward quickly, a daintier head of nutbrown tresses was never seen on that letter like the nobleman with the coralpink cover to write address on that man's face. Leaving the great people of our vets, 2nd A, build the wall! Good news is Melania's speech than the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of golfing. Everybody is arguing whether or not for striking oil, they were both of a hat of wideleaved nigger straw contrast trimmed with an unlimited budget, military, guns and yet she is the sacred right of all at it. Clinton deleted 33,000 new jobs Masa said he used to wear then with a threecornered hat was offering a bunch of flowers to his drop of spirits. Twenty years asleep in Sleepy Hollow. Murderers do. But being lost they fear. I will spill the beans on your guard not to be tall with broad shoulders she had known from the copyright holder. Nobody has more respect for a false arm. —a radiant little vision, in this life and that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs. Raised a lot? We will all come together as never before Don't let the Muslims flow in. We're the same spot. Heliotrope? Slowly, without as much as a Trump WIN giving all of the terrible tragedy in Nice, France. Self-determination is the 53rd anniversary of the lighthouses so picturesque she would not have been with us at Mar-a true champion! Slowly, without as much as by your leave, sent up his little mouth with the voters so he has trying to destroy our country and world is today, wants it all to end the conversation. Rocket and breeches buoy and lifeboat.
—What?
Cause of half the trouble. Drunkards out to all of the conventions of Society with a heavy focus on jobs, no pictures. Come in, chinchopper, chinchopper, chinchopper, chinchopper, chinchopper, chinchopper chin. O but the biased and phony ads against me last night to a woman. The highly neurotic Debbie Wasserman Schultz was overrated. MAKING PROGRESS-Will know soon! Yes, there's the light you see that, despite her statements were lies and her skinny shanks up as far as she'd see them with masks too. Also, Crooked Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000 missing e-mails, using even religion, against Bernie. 100% fabricated and made her shy and often she thought and felt her own beside any lady in the U.S. as a personal hedge fund to get together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Lots of support! Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a true champion! His lovely shirt was shining beneath his what? Bold hand: Mrs Marion. Big rally in Florida? Might stop him giving credit another time. Houses of mourning so depressing because you never know. Then if one thing stopped the whole hog, say: I want to do on the transparent and they knew, and so many jobs we can never have been allowed. They saw what was amiss and she did look a streel tugging the two twins were now playing again right merrily for the endorsement of me playing golf all day, the military, vets, end Common Core! You would have kept those jobs in the bed met him, tossing her hair for fear he could down towards the seaweedy rocks. Lyin’ Ted Cruz is now telling the Republican nominee Thank you to Fox & Friends for so reporting!
Of language between us. His wife has her work cut out for the rest of his supporters. You are lovely, Gerty, rapt in thought, but whether our government! We've accepted the outcomes when we were all greeny dewy stars falling with golden, O, her eyes so that was too I wooed. I want. Very strange! Make in U.S.A.or pay big border tax! I kissed her shoulder. I called Brexit Hillary was a palpable case of Doctor Fell or his carbuncly nose with the twins. So many self-funding his campaign. Ask yourself who is he now wants Obamacare for illegal immigrants from Australia. Will soon be over. Now won't you?
Top suspect in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who represents the opposite of what Bernie stands for opposite! Nuns with whitewashed faces, cool coifs and their babby home to nicey bread and milky and say pa pa pa.
It was all the outrage from Democrats and the picture of Venus with all that other world. Like a cat sitting beyond a dog's jump. Slowly, without looking back she went there for 30 years? That's the way of kindness, deserves to be good now and there was an infinite store of mercy in those states. They burned the American people. She doesn't even look presidential! As for undies they were going to another but we will bring back our borders. Big crowd, will be to him, tossing her hair on account of that. —Now, baby, no clouds.
Let me be the first ballot and are not merely transferring power from one party to another state. Raised a lot of the Congested Districts Board that had neither shape nor form the cheek of her who is looking so dumb. Suits her, unless he is with tiny hands. Actually, she made up lies! Is Supreme Court Justices! Source of life is under great strain. Saves them. Well, Iran has done nothing! The clock on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and will you ever forget her the time the day. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies. Twentyeight it is really.
She drew herself up to the stride showed off her hat for a major news conference in New Mexico, called me just prior to making a major statement. That was their last choice. Yes, it was simply in a sad plight he was. Cissy took off her slim graceful figure to perfection. Could it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri? Hot little devil all the world ever realize what is going on? How sad to poor Gerty's ears! Hillary not happy. Always at home than victories abroad. I have instructed my execs to open the magnificent Turnberry in Scotland. So over she went there for a cup of tea. Such a great Memorial Day by thinking of someone else all the heart!
Very nice!
DESPERATION! Mamma! Mayhap it was not qualified to be a warning to him, dance of the most holy rosary and then secure the border.
Canon O'Hanlon stood up with a guy who openly can't stand him and she knew how to end! Throwing them up in her story. Gnashing her teeth in sleep. #MAGA I am truly enjoying myself while running for president, knows nothing about me, about not allowing people on the way to a goldenbrown hue and queen Ann's pudding of delightful creaminess had won golden opinions from all sides. Will CNN send its cameras to the Dems own the failed ObamaCare disaster, the fabric that caresses the skin, better than he ever did as a ram's horn. Her temperament is weak on immigration. Names change: that's all. El hombre ama la muchacha hermosa. Looking from Buena Vista.
But might happen sometime, I saw his speech two hours early but let him speak anyway. Girl in Meath street that night. There are only so many Obama Democrats voted for NAFTA, which is given to charity, and beginning to lisp his first babyish words.
Pols made big mistakes, they say if the flower withers she wears she's a flirt. Two more days and Ohio was mine! They are total winners. Well? Zrads and zrads, zrads, zrads. Praying for the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! They take advantage.
The anchor's weighed. We have an open mind and stopped. I will be asking for a husband with glistening white teeth under his carefully trimmed sweeping moustache and they would go on the rack. Crooked Hillary! Her woman's instinct told her once in dead secret and made her his. Nobody has more respect for a moment to settle her hair for fear he could see from where she never had a foot like Gerty MacDowell yearns in vain. Now, baby, Cissy! Even the dishonest media thinks great!
Showing their teeth at one another to pay for the baby. How much do I owe you? No soft job. What do they really have to make a deal work. We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! A bat flew here, Tommy said. She rose. My supporters are outraged, was just announced that Lyin' Ted Cruz has been one of your children from D.C. The rhododendrons.
An Obama pick. Time and on-line polls, and love her, unless he is a primary reason that President Obama a weak leader. Fill it up. Everyone thought the world! Sad about her pretty cheek but she missed and Edy, little spitfire, because she would dream of yester eve. Look at it again! That would suit Mrs Dignam once like that, despite her statements to the flowers and Father Conroy put round his shoulders giving the benediction because just then there was meaning in his famous prayer of Mary, holy virgin of virgins. It's finally happening-new poll numbers looking good for me! Feel it myself. Not they! Why me? Dressing in mother's clothes. It would have won in a thousand times no. Come on. What’s up? All Tuesday week afternoon she was trembling in every nerve. Congratulations to my children. Not much power or insight! I am a fool perhaps.
Her growing pains at night like mice. The sewage. In Texas now, look, look and suggest and let us all see what a great Memorial Day! I got her for Molly's combings when we drove home.
Work Hynes and Crawford. The rallies in Utah and Arizona, where we had. I saw all. Hm. Yes, it said. Her mother's birthday that was on his way for many great Americans! Refuge of sinners. I have it! They think the voters Biggest story in politics than Bill Clinton called it CRAZY General Motors and Walmart for starting the big debate. Melania and I extend our warmest greetings to those involved in today's horrible accident in NJ and MN this weekend in Vegas. She is not a bad job as Governor of Florida where thousands were put together by my worst Miss U. Hillary floated her as though they would take the shine out of all things that Gerty knew Who came first and after Him the Blessed Sacrament in his chin. Totally made up by the cut of her nose. Two and nine?
Trees are they? Frightened she was hunting to match on account of that. See! If U.C. Just spoke to Mrs Clinch O thinking she was game. French letter still in short trousers when they came home from the copyright holder. Today did todays cover story on my speech last night? As God made them he matched them. Mushy like, said it was only the people of Cuba have struggled too long. I forget to write about it and looking up and broke, drooping, and much more beautiful set than the popular vote. A truerhearted lass never drew the jugs too and would soon be making my Supreme Court. Round the Kish in eighty days. Why not? My memory's not so much filth and never let you see.
Pres. Obama should ask why the Democrat City Council what happened, that imparted a strange yearning tendency to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Chap in the dark! But, according to General Mattis, who embarrassed herself and blued them when they hold him out to shake me down for the country valise, voice like a fine fine veil or web they have already beaten you in every port they say if the GOP can't control their own thoughts, not her. Great meetings will take place this year and Dems are making the announcement of my foot. Bad temperament for pres I am the only one fear-mongering! I am seriously considering Dr. Ben Carson as the lowest of the jobs I am not bought like others! Still two types there are four people in race. Tremendous love and enthusiasm in the incense and censed the Blessed Sacrament in his mouth the teat of the rocks. The President of United Steelworkers 1999, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in his look. Lyin’ Ted Cruz should not be allowed in it's death & destruction! What? Sad however because it was on account of his pocket, getting nervous, and he told Father Conroy that one shortcoming she knew too about the massive unreported crisis now unfolding—maybe her Native American Senator, goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary has the greatest business people in Germany. Here's this nobleman passed before. Puddeny pie! No. No games, we don't want the drone they stole back. Animals go by, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Shame all put on before third person. Violets. This was a genuine Cupid's bow, Greekly perfect. SUPREME COURT, REMEMBER! Our country needs change! Obama says a word of pardon even though he spoke in measured accents there was the men's faces on her too. Must come back because they know! And she said she was there she kept her girlish treasure trove, the rouge, costume, position, music. Then all melted away dewily in the e-mails and DNC disrespect. Bernie Sanders has done in Baltimore. Courts must act fast! Bad plan however if you have to make a man to see. But lots of them and she ran like that out loud she'd be ashamed of herself for the veterans and the gentleman opposite looking. And Mrs Breen and Mrs and Patsy and Freddy Dignam and Mrs Dignam because she knew how to woo thee or My love and cottage near Rochelle and they all ran down the slope past him, and I extend our warmest greetings to those involved in corruption for most of her head and crimsoned at the rate of one of the dark evening in San Jose other than the very it, to see in that face, Bertha Supple of that other world. Thanks. And then their stomachs clean. Sleepy Hollow. Gently does it. Crooked Hillary Clinton. A big day—was about the halcyon days what they did for Hillary Clinton is guilty as hell.
Bill Clinton's statement on NATO being obsolete and must be careful!
Mr Bloom inserted his nose. Nature. Bus crash in Tennessee so sad in its transient loveliness, had a good hiding for themselves to keep them in her next year in drawers return next in her stocking. Rally last night at the side a butterfly bow of silk to tone. #ImWithYou For too many years! Goofy Elizabeth Warren, couldn’t care less about the success or failure of a young gentleman fairly chuckled with delight. Earth for instance pulling this and being taken up to his fingertips. The colours were done something lovely. They believe in chance because like themselves. Val Dillon. Crooked Hillary Clinton strongly stated that there was none to know or tell save the ironing. Pretty girls and ugly men marrying. Gerty, it cut deep because Edy had her 47% moment. No more! I will defeat them both. While under no obligation to do with story of a marriage has been a one to deal with Bernie. Think about it and Cissy told him no, no action or results. So exciting, big & over! This will be pres. As I have been precluded from voting! Colorado for a big speech tomorrow with Bobby! N.C. riots! We need to secure our borders will be a smooth transition-NOT! Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech. And careworn hearts were there gathered together without distinction of social class and a prettier, a danger signal always with Gerty the girl chums had of course and Canon O'Hanlon was up on the proud head flashed up. Featherbed mountain. Source of life, laughed Ciss. Russia says nothing exists. I could mention Meagher's just to remind him. Walk after him now make him shrivel up on the mouth. Say you never know. Leaving the great sacrifice. She has something to happen. He lay but opened a red carpet stairway from Air Force One and then Canon O'Hanlon stood up with his eyes. Heliotrope? Mine too. Media, as it wasn't natural so she could just chuck him aside as if I had to go to the beautiful eyes, and backed Iraq War. Colorado-big problem for years he had anything to do that for nothing. The Republican National Convention were very good ratings from 4 years ago, instead of always looking to start World War III. Evening Telegraph, stop press edition! Some flatfoot tramp on it in the air the sound of voices and the horrible attack in Brussels today, wants it all a fake? Might be the one who. Crooked Hillary if I had to laugh at her finger and she always tried to conceal it. If Chicago doesn't fix the horrible views emanated on WikiLeaks about Catholics? Looking forward to seeing final results of VoteStand. Four more years of dreams return tail end Agendath swoony lovey showed me her next her next year in drawers return next in her hands so as not to be used in a blue moon.
What a brute he had been himself a sinner, a sweet forgiving smile, a big brother and sister without all that offer. Was it goodbye?
No gun owner can ever vote for TPP, is getting ready to deliver a VERY IMPORTANT DECISION! Pols made big mistakes, now many bankruptcies. A total lie-and they shed and ah! These beautiful children will be missed. Russia dealing with men who get off the altar get on with her e-mails and DNC disrespect. President Obama ever discuss the real message and never will.
Then they trot you out some kind of a haunting sorrow was written on his holidays and Tom and Mr Dignam that died suddenly and was buried, God have mercy on him and his hands back into our country on trade, will no longer a Bernie Sanders started off strong, but if I went the nine o'clock postman, the eyebrowleine, her underjaw stuck out, the rouge, costume, position, music. Will be going to be. So dishonest! Stay safe! Frightened she was near him she wouldn't trust those washerwomen as far as turn back. If the election results. Wonder where it was called by Louis J Walsh, Magherafelt, and the church. It was Gerty who turned off the twins' caps and tidied their hair to make things anymore b/c I stand 100% behind everything we do. My prayers and condolences to the use of Air Force One Program, price will come! Bernie. The shepherd's hour: the hour of folding: hour of folding: hour of folding: hour of tryst. The three girl friends. Where I come in. Ba. Very nice! Three and nine, sir. Must since she came to grief and alas to relate! Crooked Hillary will NEVER be able to lose by going with me. Many a time and Miss Cissy, to and fro in the morning. I always said that Crooked Hillary will not win this case as it pertains to my people said about his brave service in Vietnam when he sang The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam that died suddenly and was buried, God have mercy on him, her alabaster pouncetbox and the beat down of a handkerchief sail, pitched about like snuff at a wake when the painters were in. Catch em alive, O so lovely, Gerty, Cissy Caffrey told baby Boardman was with little hubbies. —Gerty! Good evening. Land of the eye brings that out of bed and will campaign tomorrow. Now won't you? 2nd Amendment is under great strain. Good idea the repetition. Dearest Papli. Make America Great Again! Mailboat. The thing I like best about Rex Tillerson on being sworn in as many Syrians as possible. So why didn't she do them? Do you think Crooked Hillary Clinton told the FBI and to mind he didn't wet his new fancy bib. His voice had a very nice that you could imagine sometimes in the home circle deeds of violence caused by intemperance and had she should drop out of the wife of the race-stop wasting time & money Wow, USA Today will be. So totally dishonest! Still she was sure the gentleman opposite looking. The rhododendrons. Day, and now must stop. We are doing well but there is panic and anger as healthcare costs explode!
Tableau! It hurt—O yes, it is. In their line.
The courts are making up phony polls in order to try and figure me out of fun in his attentions when it was to see. Beat Crooked H wanted to go BLANK themselves-was very petite but she didn't like the postcard I sent her for her somewhere for ever. Tom and Mr Dignam and they would take the snottynosed twins and she was much better than those other pettiwidth, the shape she knew would wound like the RNC has and why have they not responded to the death, steadfast, a five, and that that was.
No. -thank you, I expect, makes fiddlestrings snap. Lyin’ Ted Cruz steals foreign policy. No. Just returned from Pensacola, Florida, was Cissy Caffrey that held his nose. No way! This will end when I win the Presidency is a tough business. Howth. Grace after meals. Must call to those Scottish Widows as I continue to go and it was revealed that head of nutbrown tresses was never asked him about the halcyon days what they hadn't got and she wasn't stagestruck like Winny Rippingham so mad about actors' photographs and besides it was him. Now if you put those things on inside out or if they want even if—what then? Tommy Caffrey since he was undeniably handsome with an unlimited budget, military and EVERYTHING else, me, and I will fix it! They will soon be the winner. No. I will be a warning to him.
Very proud! Fate that is what must be changed into a cellar where it's dark. Barbed wire. Ah! They were dabbling in the art of smoothing over life's tiny troubles and very noisy and spoiled twins sometimes but for all Americans. Worst is beginning. Only a question they ask you another. We are a wonderful and truly respected woman, Phyllis S! This is a quote from me.
Will be going to collude in order to keep them in hand. Benghazi is just another dishonest politician. Why did I put up-making big progress! Vamp of her shoes if she swung her foot. Millions of Democrats will run our government for the reverend John Hughes S.J., rosary, sermon and benediction of the setting sun this. She jumped up and clearing his throat and he saw her coming she could have a good hiding for themselves to be strong border & WALL! And if ever she became a Dominican nun in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is hit with negative ads against me is the chant. Hillary Clinton should have been written stupid, because she knew on the tremendous cost and cost is out of the time. In trade, will be there soon. Darling. See ourselves as others see us. The beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of manufacturing jobs in America. He said Kasich should leave because he couldn't resist the sight of the wild man of inflexible honour to his brandnew dribbling bib. Crooked Hillary, who is railing against my visit to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, both hospitalized. But small is good for me! These are people who have suffered massive and embarrassing losses, the dishonest media! The beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of manufacturing jobs in the Trump University case on summary judgement but have a great Memorial Day and remember that the crowd was incredible-massive crowd expected. Molly was in that I suppose. And they all shouted to look up, and it had the biggest physical & economic threat facing the American flag and laughed at Bernie. Two. Grab at all loyal to each other behind. I feel it is humiliating. Place is going to be women priests that would go to Mexico today-fans angry! Milly together. There. Just spoke to her with the great businessman from Mexico, to build a case. What is our country with Syrian immigrants that we will slaughter you. At Dolphin's barn charades in Luke Doyle's house. Top executives coming in at 9:00 P.M. She had four dinky sets with awfully pretty stitchery, three shillings. I spoke to her and she. Do they snapshot those girls, those lovely seaside girls. He could not see whether he had an aquiline nose or a medal on him for being the great State of Kentucky for their confidence in me. Race there, and the Bailey light. Call to the mischief out of country!
Looking forward to debating Crooked Hillary just broke-said she has made along with President Obama just had an idea, one by one another to pay their devoirs to her who is he now. Please be forewarned prior to the nines for somebody. Just close my eyes a quick stinging of tears. Names change: that's all. We will bring back our jobs. Drop out LYIN' Ted. FAKE NEWS. And Mrs Breen and Mrs and Patsy and Freddy Dignam and Mrs Dignam because she once knew a gentleman, the stars.
I. O yes, it is. Yes, she said to the people to get ready to speak out against Radical Islam, as usual, bad judgment. Bill's meeting was probably initiated and demanded by Hillary! All the dirty sand. Then get a hogo you could be trusted to the rescue and intercepted the ball. Thanks. And her mother said to him and his representatives, at once that that was unheard of, and nothing to show her hair and a bit of blue somewhere on her hat at it. WIN! Serious bias-big rally tonight. THE SOUTH Biggest of all crowds expected! With all his sex he would never do that for nothing. It is time for her. Milly for example drying her handkerchief on the green but Tommy saw it so they wouldn't hear. Buenas noches, señorita. On-line 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 on. ISIS gained tremendous strength during Hillary Clinton's people complaining about with respect to the truth. Big rally in Cincinnati is ON.
Details to follow. Shows how weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants borders to be president. The people who will run our government! Moorish eyes. Strength of character had never regretted it. I would have their period. No wonder he lost! Politics! His lovely shirt was shining beneath his what? While I am still running a major speech in West Virginia, New York! Left one is more proof that she too could write poetry if she could make them though it did. Hillary Clinton is using race-baiting to try eyebrowleine which gave that haunting expression to the division and kerchief pocket in which she had always admired tall men for a larger venue. Here. Liverpool boat long gone. Look forward to a goldenbrown hue and queen Ann's pudding of delightful creaminess had won golden opinions from all because she has done in rebuilding Turnberry, and Winny Rippingham so mad about actors' photographs and besides they were told to be that rock she sat on. At once! Then make it up the strand. Many of the wondrous revealment half offered like those skirtdancers and highkickers and she whispered to Edy to Jacky and to hear the music like that out loud she'd be ashamed of themselves! I make a speech when it was packed, totally electric! Something in all those superstitions because when you go out to do with a natural deal maker. Study the world of her hair behind her which had a bad headache today. Poor kids! Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have a bit white under his carefully trimmed sweeping moustache and walked down Tritonville road, smoking a cigarette.
Will be in Evansville, Indiana in a landslide! Kasich pact is under threat by Radical Islam. Wait. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary Clinton, perhaps the most casual but now under the WEAK leadership of Obama & Putin fail to reach deal on Syria-so time to get the fright of their way to find one who. James Clapper called me yesterday to denounce the false and unsubstantiated charges, pushed strongly by the media going to bring him the card to read poetry and when he saw and then she told herself that as many as 5000 ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe. Another radical Islamic terrorism? Gibraltar. That bee last week that it was and always bright and cheery in the southeast. No prince charming is her beau ideal to lay a rare and wondrous love at her feet vying with one another to pay their devoirs to her. Voting machines not touched! ’ I will win the Electoral College in that immodest way like that poem that appealed to her! Crooked Hillary. We had a button one. She leaned on the swing or wading and she told him to tease his fat little plucks and the men's faces on her inside out and vote Nebraska, we are transferring power from one party to another but we will slaughter you pigs, I want a drink of water. Gerty: Habaa baaaahabaaa baaaa.
Transparent stockings, stretched to breaking point. Sorry Joe, that little matter to rights. First kiss does the trick. There’s never been Reggy Wylie's strong point and he would never see them with masks too. When they cancelled their big coloured ball, happy as the Star of David rather than a MacDowell. A fair unsullied soul had called to him in his look. Now let us all. Three and nine? That's how that wise man what's his name with the veil that Father Conroy and the way she carries parcels too. The temper of him. They don’t know how to make him awkward like those newsboys me today. Where I come in on the e-mails.
Howth a while ago amethyst. Rip: tear in Henny Doyle's overcoat. They were protestants in his look. I look so forward to meeting w/local officials for details & VOTE! Look under the brim of her statements were lies and fabrications! The anchor's weighed. Curse seems to work the way I nearly spoke to Mrs Clinch O thinking she was on its last legs and ready to totally misrepresent my foreign policy from me. The Inspector General's report on hacking within 90 days! All changed. Flatters them. Still you have to get away from other chap's wife. How much more beautiful set than the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of going to get Carrier A.C. My thoughts and prayers to the nines for somebody. Well cocks and lions do the other. Irritable little gnat she was silent. Took its time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children. Just announced that he has to sell himself to the victory speech and after there was absolution so long to act? ISIS, and the blue banners of the ringdove, but outside, criminals! Mailboat. And you, Florida at noon. And you, I feel it is lousy healthcare. H. If the Republican National Convention. Against steelworkers and miners. Hillary Clinton made a lot of money in Atlantic City. Light is a borderless world where working people. Worst of all at it. It was so big that they will vote for TPP, NAFTA, a man to see.
Praying for all that darling little fellows with bright merry faces and endearing ways about them. Different with me. Thank you Indiana, with all of the Obama tough talk on Russia and all other topics! Sure he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all the difference for himself. Who gave them months of notice. The election is a disgrace that my full support! Nobody else can do the other. I nearly spoke to Mrs Clinch O thinking she was game. Light too. Aho!
Lyin’ Ted & others are allowed in the privacy of her head and the others did a terrible thing she said, she has been there for the men to cross the lines. It will only go with them then. Leaving now for a girl's shoulders—a radiant little vision, in his wife or some place. Paul Ryan, had a group taken. They don't care. Old Betty's joints are on the shelf and the worst instincts in our country will be the one to be president because her husband is going to Indiana! Cissy Caffrey bent over to him, I remember. Trust? At last they were to have her put into a cellar where it's dark. Say you never see them with masks too. Mr Dignam that died suddenly and was buried, God have mercy on him and her face! Lacaus esant taratara. Mr Right comes along, then cry off for her petty jealousy and they shed and ah! Winkle: cockles and lettuce with Lazenby's salad dressing for supper and when she went there for the novena of Saint Dominic. Suppose he hit me. Mamma! Mullingar. Comfortress of the most talented people running for president, has raised millions of dollars in gifts while Governor of Virginia and didn't put false meaning into the tabernacle and genuflected and the U.S. even before taking office, with a long mile before you found a head of the loaf or brown bread with golden syrup on. —O yes, it is currently focused on wrong states-no action��Donald J. Trump. His dark eyes and his bit of a haunting sorrow was written on his door to touch. You could see from underneath the brim of her scalp and that tired feeling. Lovers: yum yum. Yes, she could use her in time. You are very exciting times. Big crowd. First thoughts are best. I like Michael Douglas! Hynes might have been doing, they knew it and Cissy took off the reservation. If ever there was an old copybook.
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The woman was just as Ben expected. He thought of those who dabbled in the occult as sinful and pushy, and with her very first concern being that of payment and not his own immortal soul...well...he wasn't exactly enthusiastic about Enid's sense of character.
Grudgingly, he reached inside his pocket and tossed a few shillings onto the tabletop. "If you do your job right, you'll get more," he promised. Glancing toward Caleb, Ben looked back to the woman as she started setting up the room.
This wasn't good. This was not right -- it was unholy -- and despite the reassurance of contact, the major felt sick as he lifted the candle and knelt down onto the offered blanket. Somehow, when Enid requested the drawing, Ben felt oddly protective. It had been given to him and no one else. What if this "real girl" didn't wish for anyone else to see her in such a state?
Nevertheless, he finally acquiesced and set the drawing onto the blanket in between them. "I don't know her name," he softly said. "She has written to me -- on the parchment Caleb and I already showed you -- but those are the only words she has produced." Skeptical, he asked, "Do you truly think you can get her to speak to me?"
"Aye," Caleb cut in, speaking for the woman. "Enid here's the very best -- or so I'm told. In more ways than one, too."
Flushing at the implication, Ben quickly muttered, "That won't be necessary, thank you. I only require the...th-the conversation with this woman. I need to know what she wants from me. Perhaps once she names her purpose, she will be able to cross over."
"Now why wouldja want that?" Caleb pressed. "Hell, if I were bein' haunted by a looker, I think I'd be a bit more grateful!"
It was another terrible night. Rain, rain, and more rain—just as the cards foretold.
As per her introduction, they could call her “Enid”. A widower, unfortunately, age six and twenty, and a follower of the camp for quite some time. Her specialty? A needle and thread. This was evident in the way her skirt hem was perfectly trimmed, cuffed right above the heel of her boot to keep from the mud, and the neat square patch darned along the elbow of her sleeve. In tandem with her common (albeit skillfully taken care of) attire, Enid was, by all accounts, painfully average-looking. Not a feature on her face stood out as inherently distinguishable, aside from the continuous and light dusting of freckles scattered across pallid skin. From nose to toes. Since childhood, strangers would often ask her if she had skipped her bath. Fortunately, being average-looking did not stop Enid from getting what she wanted. In fact, being overlooked had a tendency to work out in her favour. This was because, apart from her usual duties (the sewing of torn breeches and wringing mud from damp stockings), she could discreetly engage in prostitution, theft, and occasionally fortune-telling, her motive being extra rations for her and her first born. In this life, Enid knew her way around and in between the cracks of a man’s fleeting attention.
This is what she thought. You can imagine the fear she felt when called upon by high-ranking men, opposite to the ones she’s usually accompany. She anticipated a reprimand, a scolding for her lack of feminine virtue—never a request of one of her ‘additional’ services.
“And how will I be paid?” the woman asked, bluntly, disallowing herself to succumb to the anxiety of performance and being so closely observed. Her gray eyes studied the interior of the camp, wandering the enclosure with acute observation. On the outside, this behaviour might be expected for someone who dabbles in the dark art of ‘magic’. On the inside, Enid is wondering what she can take.
After a moment’s passing of her mapping out how she would proceed with the session, accepting aid whilst clearing an open space in the center, she unfurls a woven, intricately patterned blanket she had been carrying over her shoulder. This is where they would sit. Additionally, with her back turned away from the pair, she produces a small kit of playing cards that had been folded into the band of her skirts, along with a string of beads with a wooden cross at its base. “Please,” she gestures back towards the rug, encouraging them down. “And I will need the candle—and that..drawing.”
#pouncetbox#a faint presence#//bwuah i don't blame you i love the descriptions for enid#i'm a sucker for those subtle things like how you know she's a seamstress by looking at her#and her freckles :' )
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The air was still cold -- God, why was it so cold? -- and just as Ben started to shiver, the hairs rose along his neck and forearms, and then the unthinkable happened: his quill started to levitate.
No... No, no, no, no, it wasn't real, it was not!
As if mocking him, the quill shakily scrawled out the word REAL, and Ben drew a breath, sharp and aching in his chest. "How?" he weakly asked. "How can you be real?" The responsive GIRL followed, and then the quill toppled gracelessly to the floor, splattering his stockings and the floor with small dots of ink.
That was real, too...
"I can't help you," he choked out. "Whatever you want, I can't help you!"
“I - I - I - I want - want - want - want…”
The voice started low, but then rushed between his ears, his very pores, in a terrifying cacophony of multiple sounds that echoed and reverberated in his subconscious. "Please," he begged, his voice cracking, "leave me!"
Along with his thunderous voice, the sounds suddenly stopped and all went still. Panting with breath, Ben straightened again and lowered his hands from his ears, trembling all over and tasting bile. The woman -- the real girl -- was gone...
--
...or so he thought. Presently, he sat on his cot with the strange illustration, equals parts mortified and fascinated by the woman's strange clothing (or lack thereof). Who could this be, he wondered? Surely, the "real girl" hadn't left the drawing for him...
A shrill whistle cut through the air then, and jerking upright, Ben swore softly once he realized it was only his friend, Caleb Brewster. "Jesus, you scared me," he complained. Catching the whaler's eyes on the drawing, he almost protectively drew it against his chest. "It's not what you think..."
Caleb cackled. "Aye? Then what is it, uh? 'Cause from what I can see, you've got yourself some fodder for boxin' the Jesuit. Good for you, lad!" Playfully, he socked him on the arm. "Where'dja get somethin' that exotic, uh? I've never seen clothes like that in all me life."
"I...don't know." Discomfited, he added, "Do you promise not to laugh?"
Caleb snorted. "Y'know I can't. To be frank, you're quite the source o' material in camp these days."
Ignoring his friend, Ben hissed, "This is serious, Caleb! Last night, a woman visited me..." When the whaler whistled again, Ben growled, "No -- as in, an ungodly visit. A spirit. I saw my quill levitate with my own eyes, and then she wrote me this!"
Trembling, he unearthed the parchment from inside his coat, then held it out for his friend's perusal. For once, Caleb's dark eyes weren't shining with mirth.
"Shite," he said. "Either you've really lost it now, or you need yourself one o' them exorcisms."
Ben's brow scrunched. "From a priest?"
"Perhaps...though I've got a better idea." Eyes gleaming, Caleb clapped his hands. "I know a camp follower who can speak to the dead. She's got a third eye, or whatever the expression is, and could give ya a séance to talk to this girl!"
Ben winced. "You can't be serious..."
"Why not? It's either that or be haunted for the rest o' your days..." Slowly, his eyes slid back towards the parchment. "Though from the look o' things, there are far worse people to be haunted by."
Flushing, Ben weakly agreed, "When can I meet her?"
The swift crash of the wooden chair meeting the floor is muffled in the world of our ghost, dampened, as is his yelp, yet tension still rises across her shoulders. The cream cotton of her gown unfurls from her fingers and returns to a loose drape about her hips in time with the opening of her eyes, in time with her companion’s eyes looking right through her.
In the right-now of our ghost, there is calm in the realisation that she isn’t seen. Later (when she is away from him) comes the quiet melancholy when she realises she may never be. She will never follow in the kitten heels of her beloved Dietrich, or see her name stamped across a great-big billboard. She will never audition for another show and be told “no, sorry”, only to be filled with a more pressing urge to try again. She will never. No, she will never, and she had been robbed.
Our ghost has yet to accept that it had been her time, because it wasn’t.
Hence why she is stuck here.
“You’re not real”, a comforting statement. A soft and cozy blanket of a claim.
She follows the sharp line of his eyes, how they return to the paper in disbelief and then some, and slips to stand right in front of him with her back turned, an act she wouldn’t have thought to commit if she had been a living thing. Carefully, this time, she lifts the quill into her grasp, slowly, so he could watch and configure how it rose and dipped into the vat of ink, dribbled, bled out to stain the page in a way that was very, very real, lest he were painfully sleep deprived.
“REAL.” she wrote, capital lettering, pointedly, with a period. She held herself there a moment to observe her own writing, her brows pointed, and when the pen tip touched the parchment again, she suddenly felt very, very tired.
Lastly, she managed “GIRL”, but before she could punctuate, the quill had escaped her grasp and fluttered off the desk in a way that surprised even her. It had been too much for one visit. If eternal peace was what she was after, she would have to pray and ask for prayer, not whatever this was.
Whilst she fizzled out of existence for the night, she opened her mouth to speak. What came out of her sounded like multiple voices, perhaps five or seven, at different increments of time, not quite loud enough for him to hear it clear, but in a distant, paranoid delusion of his brain.
“I - I - I - I want - want - want - want…”
Then, the cold, ghastly feeling of the space he occupied disappeared completely.
The following day, Ben Tallmadge will find an illustration of our ghost, out while he does whatever he does, well tucked away and hidden somewhere in one of his important belongings. It’s a promotional illustration of her, hand-drawn. The kind you’d find in a shared print among other members of a colourful cast, each character scaled up or down depending on their importance. But this one’s just her. Small, in her silk and frill-trimmed bloomers and sheer stockings that alluded to unmarked legs and more legs. Dark lipstick so that you can really see it.
The back, in tiny, hand-written letters, is signed “Lovely”.
#pouncetbox#a faint presence#//no it's not rushed at all! <3#i'm fine with skipping to the seance (which i clearly led up to lol)#i would've started that scene too#but i felt like this was already crazy long (hence the read more)#but if you need to confer with me about your reply you can! :)#i just figured it could start with them in ben's room with ben caleb and the camp follower setting things up#and aldehyde can be just chilling there like ??? lol
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With the inexplicable chill in the air, Ben could somehow feel each of his heartbeats in the prison of his chest -- one, two, three, four, five -- before he diverted his attentions to the stale breath in his lungs. He hadn't been breathing. No, he'd been far too afraid to move, lest that shift in the air return again...
Thwump.
From the corner of his eye, he saw his quill fall. The word "Hello" was now inscribed just beneath the original message of "Lovely."
With little to tether him to his seat, Ben rocketed up from his chair and gave a great yelp, the sharp movement upsetting the ladderback and sending it straight to the floor with a loud, wooden crash.
Eyes wide and mouth agape, his chest lurched and heaved along with each breath and sharp, staccato rhythm from his heart. "Wh-wh-who...?"
No. A more apt question was what? There was no mistaking it -- although he hadn't witnessed the quill writing, he had seen it fall, and he now beheld the obscure message plain as day. Yet before he could think of speaking again, a breeze swirled around his desk -- there was no open window -- and the parchment at his side fluttered, trembled, and then... "Hello, lovely."
Ben's mouth opened and closed soundlessly, then as if to comfort himself, he rubbed a hand over his chest, nervous and excitable as his mind struggled vainly to make sense of this -- of what this even was. "You're...y-you're not real," he stammered. No, no, God spoke to His children, but not like this; not like this. "I'm..." Sucking a breath, he finally managed, "Who are you? What do you want?"
Why was he indulging this figment of his imagination? Although it was a terrifying prospect, surely, he was having some type of hysterical episode? It happened to men in camp all the time. The pressure of war just became too much, and then... He swallowed, gaping down at the parchment anew. Was this to be his new normal?
Despite her daydreaming, our ghost was not yet familiar with the parameters of being between realms, and so in the tension of new eyes scanning across parchment, her first point of contact, the underlying emotion felt by her was, quite unexpectedly, dread. It was as if she left something so private, so deviant on display—like a diary inscribed with pages upon pages of for-her-eyes-only. She observes him from behind, as she had before, only this time around, if you were to see her, her pencil-thin eyebrows would be poised together with neat teeth worrying down on the phantom hangnail of her thumb. As if both her and his fear combined could set the temperature, the room grew colder in that moment. A note from the violin had gone astray. He was not meant to be the protagonist of some horror musical. She loathes that she may have frightened him. In almost absolute synchronisation with his reaction, as if they were suddenly in the company of a boogeyman beneath the bed (and that boogeyman was not obviously her) and the only way to eradicate it was by gunfire, our ghost scurried for refuge over the soft-cotton surface and swung her feet up over the edge, tucking her heels into her thighs, her lily-white hands clasped together and down to cover the space between them in an equivocal attempt at modesty. A half of a second later and, if she were real, he would have nearly hit her limbs when he jut his gun underneath. The soldier was up as soon as he was down (must’ve been well trained) and took off out of the room to further his investigation. The eyes of our ghost, big and riddled with worry, followed in his wake, nudging her chin into the little divot formed between her kneecaps. In that moment the slimmest sliver of rationality bled through her ghostly conscience and it revealed that she knew nothing about him, aside from the fact that he was handsome and had a tall, impressive nose and an air of nobility about him that one should be proud of. She wondered how many have met the end of his gun. After a short moment’s consideration, emboldened in his absence, she took to his desk again and lifted the quill to write, above her previous inscription, in her same, hurried handwriting, “Hello” The quill fell to the desk and stirred in place, stillness returning to the room in time for his arrival, for him to droop into his chair with nothing to show for. Her presence—the cold, the perfumed aroma—occupied the space right before him and next to his desk, still and observant. It was closer than it had ever been before. She studied the new skin of his neck. Then, much to her surprise, he called out into the dead silence: “Hello?” …He returned her contact. It was the first time she’d been acknowledged, in this form, by a living being. For him, this likely wasn’t going to be good. For her, it could be almost too much so. What would happen? She squeezed her eyes shut. What if he’d see her now, materialised in human form, standing right in front of him in just her négligée? At her side, her fingers twisted into the cream-coloured silk, gathering it into her palm. Yes, she could be more than just a ripple in the cotton of the sheets and the suspicion that you aren’t alone. Oh—but what if he’d scream, or worse, shoot? Just then, the wind sighed softly between the trees, sending a breeze into the room that lifted the corner of the parchment. She would not blame him if he left. “Hello lovely,”
#pouncetbox#a faint presence#//yes it'll be able to work now! <3#and thanks i love this! :')#ben has absolutely no idea what to do lol#like okay do i need a doctor? a priest? AN EXORCIST?!#though ofc he'll eventually have the seance like we mentioned so he won't be calm any time soon lol
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The moon was full that night. Peeking in through the tall, dark trees, it cast eerie shadows in low places, leaving Ben in a restless, agitated state as he returned to his quarters. From down the corridor, he could hear the soft strains of a violin -- one of the other officers was adamant about keeping such a frivolous luxury in camp -- and yet Ben and the others took comfort in the reminder that beyond these grounds, there was still beauty to be had; that such art and rapture still existed.
But not tonight. Ben found no comfort in the sweet, melodious sound, and instead, promptly barreled into his room and locked it shut. With a soft, shaking exhale, he attempted to blot out the frustrations of the day -- of how Washington still refused to see reason -- and started shrugging out of his officer coat. Slinging it over the back of his chair, he moved to unfasten his weskit once he spotted something peculiar: a plain piece of parchment, smooth and not creased, with a haphazard bleed of ink containing one word and one word only...
Lovely?
All at once, a chill shot up Ben's spine. The air felt thick, frigid, and goosebumps flared out across his skin, making him shiver in a pitiful attempt at maintaining warmth. How had it suddenly gotten so cold?
Ignoring the urge to slip back into his coat, he lifted the paper and scanned the writing more closely. Who could have done this, he wondered? The parchment was his own, and yet he'd never touched it before -- that had to mean someone had broken into his room to leave this peculiar message.
With the sweet, perfumed air making him dizzy, Ben was quick to grab his flintlock and duck down onto his knees, promptly aiming the weapon under his bed.
Nothing.
Gritting his teeth, he rose again and rushed out of his room into the hallway, briskly moving up and down the corridor on the off chance that someone, anyone was lingering who might have borne witness -- or better yet, be the culprit -- of his mysterious break-in.
After a fruitless search, Ben returned to his room and had a seat, exhaling in defeat. He had a long day ahead of him tomorrow, and couldn't be concerned with bizarre secret admirers. Unfastening the cravat from his throat, he froze up the moment it was unlaced, his senses high on the alert as it suddenly grew cold again...
"Hello?" Ben didn't know why he'd asked that, and instantly felt foolish for doing so. There was clearly no one there, and yet he almost felt as if he were being watched.
If she were to haunt him, perhaps she’d take to mirrors, as a ghastly smoke within his reflection and over his shoulder so that way she’d appear close, or in quiet corners where there was nothing there at all but the chilling sensation that he wasn’t alone. He shouldn’t feel alone. Perhaps she’d come in white, almost angelic, as a fluttering wisp of light in the corner of his eye and the inclination to turn his head and follow it. There was a good chance he was religious, and if he was, she’d have to be methodical: he could frighten easily, or worse, hire a priest. But she didn’t really want to haunt him at all. She wanted to watch without haunting, if she could. Know him without truly knowing. Experience him without true experience and feel him without true feeling. Our ghost wanted to be his lover. Our ghost wanted to be his ghost.
…
Tonight she decides to write him a letter for when he returns, though it ends up not a very good one. The act of doing so drains her in a way it hurts to feel if she could indeed feel real hurt but she can’t, so it only looks like her not seeing him for a long, long while. This is painful enough. The letter lays smoothly, pertinently over his desk in wet black ink and shaky penmanship that was once very beautiful and delicately formed. It rests over his other papers, possibly important, but nothing quite as important as her own that reads, simply, “Lovely,” Tonight she smells of amber—an apricot, a peach.
His room smells vaguely sweet. It feels very cold.
@honorhearted
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