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A halt. The men lay down the cable. The men regard Julie from a distahe men standing about. Pemmi measured out i dark whacks from the pem-mi-whag knife. Edmund lifts flask to lips. Thomas removes flask. Protest by Edmund<df</dfn>. Reproof from Thomas. Julie gives Edmund a chaw of bhang. Gratitude of Edmund. Julie wipes Edmunds forehead with white handkerchief. The cable relaxed in the road. The blue of the sky. Trees leant against. Bird stutter and the whisper of grasses. The Dead Father playing his guitar. Thomas perf leadership funs. stru of the plan. Maps pored over and the sacred beans bounced i. The yarrow sticks cast. The dice cup given a shake. Shoulder blade of a sheep roasted and the cracks in the bone read. Peas agitated in a sieve. The hatchet struto a great stake and its quivers recorded. First-sprouting onion caught and its peels palpated. Portents totted up and divided by seven. Thomas falls to the ground in a swoon.Pig up of Thomas. The Dead Father pauses in mid-strum. Application of wet cloths to Thomass forebrain. He revives. Ay of the onlookers. What has been foretold? Whacks of pemmi poised over open mouths in anticipation of revelation. Thomas remains silent. Anger of the men. Thomas stares at shoes. Anger of the men. Edmund lifts flask to lips. Emma appears. Thomas is startled. Who is Emma? Emma sits down on a box Julie regards Emma. Her stare met. Two stares tending. Emma fingering her brooch. Julie standing with hands pressed into thighs, atop skirt. Thomas fiddling with sword hilt. Silence of the troops. Golden hair of Emma. Pouty bosom of Emma. Merry eye of Emma. General sternation. The Dead Father lists his degrees. B.S.A., Bachelor of S Agriculture, to B.S.S.S., Bachelor of S Secretarial Studies. Evil look from Thomas to the Dead Father. Ferns cut and on a bed of ferns fresh trout newly wrest from the trout stream preseo Emma by kneeling-on-one-kroopers. Emma pleased. Little hairs of pleasure rise on bamas neck. Emma suggests cooking of trout (immediate) and produces from reticule a of slivered almonds. The men build a fire, all pemmi fot. More trout persuaded from trout stream, they are very eager. The sky grays as sun zips behind large cloud. Waning or demise of sun. The projector is set up for proje of the praphic film. Thomas decides that the Dead Father is not allowed to view film, because of hi<bdo>?</bdo>s age. e of the Dead Father. Death of the guitar, whanged against a tree, in e. Guitar carcass added to the fire. Thomas adamant. The Dead Father raging. Emma regnant. Julie staring. Trout browning. Thomas walks to the edge. Regards the edge. Aspect of one about to hurtle over the. Thomas retreats from the edge. Slivered almonds distributed over various trouts browning in various skillets. Projector casts image upon s (collapsible/portable). The Dead Father led away and ed to an engine block abandoned in a farther field. Revilings by the Dead Father. Damn your eyes, etc. Ign by Thomas. The film. Ses of partying, men and women, the fuest, a womas up and sits in the lap of the sed guest, a woman, they begin fondling each others breasts. The ninth guest, a man, approaches the sixth guest (the one kneeling with her head between the legs of the fifth guest) and begins taking off her jeans. The ninth guest unbuckles the sixth guests belt, unzips the jeans, and works them down over her hips. The ninth guest carefully pulls down the sixth guests panties, which are e, and sticks his erect thumb between her legs. Some members of the group watg s, some watg Emma, some watg Emma/s/Emma/s, some watg Emma/s/Julie/s/Thomas.
Beam of Emma toug every fad who knows? heart. Tilt of Emma-bust toward fire where it blushes in the firelight. Frown from Julie who is removing small bones from tr<mark>.</mark>out. Seating arras to be announced. Beam of Emma creating fusions, some return beam, some do not, some are sunk in film, some asprawl in each others arms for mutual solad fort, some creeping toward Emmas box on hands and knees, when --
Emma rises, stretches out hands. Receives her trout brown and toasty with its little flittered almonds in a tasty sauce, butter, herbs. Emma bites trout. Bite-hole in trout, U-shaped. Applause of the men. Banging together of hands. Thomas orders the film ceased. The film, he says, does not represent accurately the parameters of human love. Something missing, he says. Anger of the men. Thomas discourses for fifteen minutes upon the subject, his own (personal) love of praphy. heless this film, this film, he says, is turned off. The sixth guest begins to move slowly up and down upohumb of the ninth guest and the picture is white light. Anger of the men. Anger of the women. Whistles and stomps. Ranting of the Dead Father, from a farther field. Thomas walks again toward the edge.
Absence of film. Restlessness of the men. The bolder e closer. Emmas box upon which Emmas fu rests closely regarded. Attempt by the boldest to insinuate head under Emmas skirts, there to witness who knows what. These unsuccessful, Emmas dainty foot kicks. That will teach them. ping on trout tihe while, some sillybaby also ped, with a dill sauce. That will teach them. Grumbling intermixed with shrieks. Emma rises, stretches. Then the duel, Alexander vs. Sam. Each pinks the other in the shoulder. Thomas bandaiding. Julie moves to Emma. versation.
Whose little girl are you?
I get by, I get by.
Time to go.
Hoping this will reach you at a favorable moment.
Bad things happen to people.
Is that a threat?
Dragged him all this distahout any rootytoot-toot.
Is that a threat?
Take it any way you like it.
Other fish to fry.
We guarantee every effort will be made.
Whos the boss?
One in the e tights.
Hes not bad-looking.
Thats one opinion.
Ined to tarry for a bit.
Pop one of these if youd like a little lift.
Thank you.
Two is ooo many.
Thats your opinion.
Since you have not as yet respoo my suggestion.
Where are you taking him?
We guarantee every effort will be made.
More than I bear.
No its not.
Frightful violation of the ordinaries.
No its not.
Hes not bad-looking.
Havent made up my mind.
You must have studied English.
Take my word for it.
How did that make you feel?
Wasnt the worst.
I quee for a while in Yorkshire.
Did you know Llan?
I knew Llan.
Hes not bad-looking.
Handsome, clever, rich.
Yorkshire has no queen of its own I believe.
Correct.
Time to go.
Ined to tarry for a bit.
Thank you.
Two is ooo many.
Thats your opinion.
heless. heless.
Various circumstances requiring my attention.
I make it hot for you.
So full and e.
You dont know what yetting into.
Hoping this will reach you at a favorable moment.
Wake up one dark night with a thumb in your eye.
Women together ging that which and ought to be ged.
Dangled his twiddle-diddles in my face.
More than I bear.
No its not.
Will it hurt?
I dont know, I dont know, I dont know.
Hes not bad-looking.
Havent made up my mind.
Groups surrounding us needing dire.
Maybe.
Whats he like?
Thats my business.
Have you tried any of the others?
Thats my business.
Want to take a look around. See the sights.
I make it hot for you.
Is that a threat?
strued any way you wish.
I asked him about anization.
What did he tell you?
Destroy it in order to let the water flow freely.
Thats referred pain I know about that.
But a maiden drowned.
Did they recover a body?
Three. Two were the bodies of sheep.
Oh yes I read about it. In the Svenska Dagbladet.
And he felt guilty.
I never asked him.
Its all been carefully sidered.
Hes a motherfucker I tell you true.
heless.
Doing what we must at great personal aional cost.
Any of the others any good?
Havent tried them.
Thought I heard a dog barking.
Its possible. The simplest basiits develop into the richest natural patterns.
Are you into spanking?
No Im not.
Pity. We could have got something going.
Im not into that.
Where a body get a hit around here?
Pop one of these if youd like a little lift.
Thank you. Palm Sunday.
Hope you know what youre doing. Cordially.
Not too bothered. Thank you.
Time to go, time to go.
Walking by the sea, listening to the waves.
Think Im getting nosebleed.
Have my handkerchief.
Ive one of my own thank you.
I could have put it in a brick, he said.
A filthy-mouthed man.
Hes not bad-looking.
Have you tried any of the others?
I am only retly arrived and would like to wash a a bit.
Every effort will be made. I make it hot for you.
Will it hurt?
My discretion. My yea or nay. Thought I heard a dog barking.
A spiritual aridity quite hard to recile with his surface gaiety.
Left Bara in disgrace.
I was suspicious of him from the first.
Certain provocations t>藏书网</a>he gover couldnt handle.
Too early to tell. Thats a very handsome pin.
My mothers. Willed to me at her death.
Goodbye goodbye goodbye.
Think Ill stick around for a while.
Thats iing.
Take the lay of the land.
Thats iing.
Have you told him?
To my shame I have not.
And if it is at all possible for you to see me.
Fond urgings and soft petitions.
Its all been carefully sidered.
What?
Thought I heard a dog barking.
Did you know Llan?
We nodded when our carriages passed.
Out of here, out of here.
Not today, not today.
Pop one of these it will give you a little lift.
Will it hurt?
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