Subject: pot

From: "Sophia Bolton" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sun, 3 Sep 2006 18:28:57 +0800

You won the school mile in your youth, and yourealways in training.
The landsteamed in the sun, but every hill-top was ominously clouded.
I want you to be at Haripol this afternoon. A lean, red-haired man awaited them in the hall.
That is Mr Crossby,the eminent journalist. By God, its the red flag that hell be wavin soon.
True, said Lamancha, and thats just where Mr Palliser-Yeates comesin. Hang it all,there must be some way to diddle the Claybodys.
Im inclined to think that John Macnab has done enough pour chaufferla gloire. The fact is that a suspected case of smallpox has been reportedfrom Crask. I like him to feel really free, but he alwaysreturns in good time for his little supper. Weve the whole day to make a plan, Archie went on.
Janet was looking abstractedly out of the window.
Then, to put the lid on it, our base is under aperpetual threat from those newspaper follows. A small terrier drowned her greetings with epileptic yelps.
The fact is that a suspected case of smallpox has been reportedfrom Crask. Ill give them a wee while to go down the hill,and then Ill start off home on my motor-bike.
The faces below him were a horrid white blurat which he knew he was foolishly grinning.
Theres too many Bolsheviksabout as it is, without this John Macnab aidin and abettin them. True, said Lamancha, and thats just where Mr Palliser-Yeates comesin.