Subject: ratify butler

From: "Allan Le" <[email-masked]>
Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2006 19:35:28 +0200

Less down here than in most places, thank goodness. Will that door hold ifhe tries to break it down? I am that glad to ave seen you, Miss Dinny. Thank you kindly, Miss Dinny; a nice bit of lean pork do seem tolie quiet sometimes.
If Id been poor we couldnt haveafforded that place.
If he remains sane longenough hell lose that feeling. Its really toobad to bother you with my troubles. Well, Professor, continued Sir Lawrence, when they were seated,what do you think of London?
The children and some luggage were placed in it withoutincident, and they started. The sight of Dianas face, whiteand worn, stopped her.
But she just turned and sank back into her heavyslumber. We shall never sleep, anyway, and she began dragging at the bed. Got a head like an egg, exceptfor his hair.
And theships and armies maybe wouldnt have fired a shot. But you could have some lovely false ones, Betty.
But in the courtyard a voice behind them said:Why! I was not well last night; I slept upstairs with Miss Dinny.
He laughed like a man who has comeacross the priceless.
And before Diana could stop her, she slid out.
A strange conflict of hopesand fears raged within Dinny. It was nearly eight oclock when she droppedDinny at Oakley Street. Now, she said, well lie down with our feet to the door.
She must pass them to reach the hall andthe little study where the telephone was kept. And the other ninety-five poor devils are stuck away,willy-nilly, stuck away!
Thats the duck, and Hallorsen pointed to a peculiarbird. Only safety ones; and theres nothing poisonous in the house.
New York, said Sir Lawrence, is like strychnine. Her room was on the second floor,facing the street. Even his attitude,square and a-kimbo, with head thrust forward, set off those eyes. He wentacross to the window, tore a curtain aside, and looked out.
Better wait for the full bill before we boast about flying. But I cant eatardly nothin without Im sick, and thats the truth.
His face began to twitch, his hands to clench. That, said Dinny, is very pretty, and I wish it were true.
But of course hell pay attention to what YOU said. Dont say youre sorry for me, Ferse said, quickly.
Im sure he would; or Mother would certainly.
I think we should go to Uncle Adrian first. Iave such dreadful pain; really sometimes I feel Id be glad to goome. How can they think about you without having seen you?