Subject: pertain

From: "Ernest Cardenas" <[email-masked]>
Date: Fri, 25 Aug 2006 11:20:21 +0200

And hewas convulsed with a youths fury at being thwarted. When the hot-water bottle was ready,she lit a candle and went upstairs with it. He stood invisible underthe pear tree, watching her every step. I want tokeep to plain facts and act in a sensible way.
He knew society was on top of him, and he mustscheme. When you arent there I seewhat a fool I am. They went now in silence up the steep, grassy slope and over thebrow, through the gorse bushes.
He realizedthat it was awful for her to be at the farm any more. She always kept the brown linencoat buttoned so close up to her throat.
Everything round her seemed to watch her, seemed to press on her.
And he knew it and was glad, because he wanted herfor his life.
They were silent for some time, pulling different ways in thesilence. They went to Cornwall, to his own village, on the sea.
No, I suppose not, said he, looking at March.
Dont you think itmight hit the shed in falling?
Even the way he forced himself on us at the start.
He had sixty miles of wet and muddy crossroads to ride. What, have you been dreaming of a wedding? When Ithink of what Ive been and what Ive done with you, Im afraid Iam a few screws loose.
There was a moment of pure, motionless suspense, when the worldseemed to stand still. When he went in to tea, he had a surprise. Though it might give a twist and catch thefence. Wont tumble backwards on top of US, will it? He had a pink face and a white beardand smallish, pale-blue eyes.
I should think youre never going out at this time of night,Nellie! It was Henry, his face wet and red andspotted with mud.
There was something strange about the boy as he stood there soeverlasting in the doorway. Her hand was on the pommel of the axe, whose head rested loosely onthe ground. It was broken by March asking, in a rather small tone:What time is it, Jill? She was too confused to think who he was or what he was.
They heard the far-off taps of a gate, and craned to look.
It beatupon her very soul, and made her helpless.
He felt a man, with alla mans grave weight of responsibility.