#needles the flour sack baby

[simm-mouse]

Doodled a death creature with wings during my breaks at work

[irishfino]

The First Date After Dust

               HR is there when Iris goes into labor prematurely. He panics in the waiting room as the doctors do everything they can to stall her labor and reseal the amniotic sack surrounding one twin. The boy one, probably, boys are trouble, he had joked. Iris huffed a tired laugh as she was wheeled away into surgery. HR tries to keep everyone’s spirits up in the waiting room, but it’s hard when there’s a grandfather, uncle, godfather – it was on Barry’s wishlist for the future –, and godfather’s visiting girlfriend. He’s just HR, championship cheerleader and spirit raiser. Until the third hour passes with no word from the doctors. The clock strikes midnight. Joe has gone through three pots of coffee on his own. HR has absolutely decimated the available coffee from the nurses’ station. Cisco’s left leg won’t stop bouncing. Cindy quietly nurses a cold cup of coffee. Half past midnight a doctor appears, clean and shiny, but straight from surgery. The twins were born in the extremely early hours of Halloween.

               Little Donovan and little Dawn are the smallest babies HR has ever seen. He could easily hold them both in the palms of his hands. They’re lively, though, sleeping and fussing and trying to latch. The doctors find it strange that they are so active, but determine it’s a good sign. Iris holds them first and for as long as she can while they’re in the neonatal intensive care unit. They have tiny tubes going into their tiny noses and tiny needles piercing the tiniest veins possible. Tiny leads cover their tiny chests and tummies, a tiny heartbeat monitor is clipped to tiny big toes. HR, of course, gives up his spot when Pawpaw or Unc show up to spend time with the tiny ones or Iris.

               Spending his days in the hospital with Iris as she recovers puts a strain on his relationship with Tracy. He likes her, he cares for her, but he has a self-imposed obligation to Iris and her children. He’s not a smart man, but he’s not dumb enough to leave a newly – widowed isn’t the right word, but she’s very much so a widow – widowed mother of two newborns who are in the NICU for a few months at least. He’d never forgive himself when he has all the time in the world to put to good use. It’s almost a relief when she breaks up with him a month later. She’s destined for greater things, anyway. And they’re still friends, so that’s a nice perk.

               Iris returns to work two months later. The medical bills will probably bankrupt her and she’ll have to sell the loft, but it’s better to try and negotiate with the hospital and her insurance company than to give up the ghost before she’s barely begun recovering from everything. HR spends his time in the hospital with the twins. When he’s not with them, he’s spinning epic tales of heroes and villains and adding a few steamier elements to the adventures. Sometimes, he sleeps.

               The twins are released in mid-December on, arguably, the coldest day of the year so far. They hate everything about the trip home and are sure to raise a fuss about the entire process. Their perfectly healthy lungs can sure hold a lot of air to scream with. They settle down once Joe’s car starts the trip home.

               Iris is allowed one week off from work to settle in to a new routine. She doesn’t press for more time. Her work gives her enough to keep her busy and avoid thinking about everything that has happened so quickly the last few months. HR, naturally, offers to help. He rejects an offer of payment and brings his own coffee. He doesn’t want to increase Iris’ burden and, if his publishing deal works out, he’ll be able to quietly pay off her and the twins’ medical bills. It’s amazing this country still doesn’t have a single payer system, but, he supposes, not everywhere can be as advanced as Earth-19.

               One year later sees Iris accepting a Pulitzer on her exposé on the treatment of metahumans near and far, their struggle to be accepted, those that hide, and those born to metahuman parents who display new and amazing abilities unique to them. The twins have no idea what it means, too busy walking and learning to talk and climbing things and dusting their faces with flour. Iris tells Barry all about it when she visits his grave. He’s right next to his parents where he belongs.

               It’s not until their third birthday that the twins being exhibiting Speedster abilities. Little Donnie ran through a wall while throwing a fit over bedtime. Little Dawnie’s chocolate syrup didn’t mix with her milk well enough for her. She vibrated the glass until it was deliciously chocolatey. Unckie Wally is tasked with teaching the twins a bit of control, but they’re three years old and just not that easy. They wreak havoc and run circles around everyone, speed or not. Wally handles them when they’re speedy, HR handles them when they’re hyperactive, and Joe handles them either way when he’s not exhausted from police work. Iris is there when not working, of course, and she giggles in the background unless things get a little out of hand. Like the time the kids got a little crazy running around the lower level of the loft and knocked Barry’s snowglobe off the bookshelf. It took a diving HR to save it, though his head was a little sore from it hitting him right on the crown.

               It’s not until Iris goes on her first date since everything happened that HR realizes his feelings for Iris run a little deeper than platonic. But, oh, that red dress she’s wearing! It hugs every curve, some new, some old, and wow. And those black high heels. Gods, she already has a very nice set of buttocks, but, hoo boy could she make a man bite his knuckle to keep from shouting what a blessing that ass really is.

               “Wow, Iris,” he breathes. “What lucky guy gets to take you out for a night on the town?”

               She grins and does a little twirl. HR raises his left fist to his mouth and bites the second knuckle on his index finger. Iris laughs at the gesture and brushes a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

               “Scott,” she replies. “From work.”

               He spits out his finger. “Oh. Is he still your boss, because that could get a little –” He waves his hand side to side horizontally to indicate his uncertainty.

               She tilts her chin up and grins. “I might have a little more influence than he does, what with my Pulitzer and all.”

               “Well, you look great,” he says with a smile. “Are you planning on returning this evening or should I –”

               “HR!” she gasps dramatically.

               “What? If I was him, I would try.”                “It’s the first date, HR.”

               “I would really, really try.”

               “Because I look slammin’ or because you’re desperate?”

               He clasps a hand over his heart in dramatic fashion. “Right in the heart, Miss West, but I ask you, who wouldn’t be desperate to lay down with a ‘slammin’’ lady like yourself?”

               “Almost saved it,” she laughed.

               “Almost! Darn. I’ll try harder next time.”

               “I’m sure you will.”

               He sends her off with a good luck grin and a thumbs up. He may have also slipped a condom into her purse. Just in case. She could use a good time from a gentlemanly fellow. If Scott’s the type. Some part of him hopes that she comes back and tosses the prophylactic in his face with a laugh and a stern finger. Oh well. Time to check on the children and make sure they’re not out of bed yet. They’ll wake up for warm milk or a story soon enough. Who in the multiverse thought Speedster children were a good idea?

[whereyoursoulresides]

Thank you all for responding to my poll-post the other night! As suggested, here is more fic! Another chapter for Childhood is out, from my crazy First Life Kunzite universe! If you’d rather read it here, it is below the cut. Enjoy!!

 From the wide wooden cradle next to her bed, Ala heard her baby coo.

 A smile creeping on her face, she turned around beneath the early morning mist filtering through the window to place her hand on the cradle’s edge. Her first son always woke up considerately - gentle, patient, waiting.

 “Good morning, little one,” she whispered, and her smile widened when she saw her baby’s squinting open eyes. His newborn bangs had sprouted a cowlick, spurting forth like a fountain’s shoot. Lightly Ala brushed her fingers beneath it to sooth it away; Kunzite reached up and grabbed her finger carefully and securely.

 “It’s a new day today,” Ala said as she slowly rose up from her bed. With her husband constantly travelling, she often spoke to her babe to fill the quiet silence. She figured it must be good for him too, to hear words in her language before he was to learn Elysian. Heaven's knew Hesson would teach it to him. “Come now.”

 She scooped him up in her arms and brought him to the bath basin to begin the day.

 ---

 Ala was at the loom when she felt a heavy tug on her skirt. Looking down, she saw her nine-moon-old babe haul himself to his feet using her skirt for balance. She smiled proudly and continued her looming while Kunzite took his first few awkward steps. The gentle thudding of his chubby feet hitting the ground was music to her ears.

 ---

 “Sweet boy, where are you?” Ala called, as she pretended to check from one side of the hut to the other. “How will Mama find you?”

 There was a little squished giggle from the corner where they kept the rice and the flour. Ala hid a little smile and slowly tip-toed over to the corner. At the last moment she dived her hands into the toppled bag of flour.

 “There you are!”

 Kunzite sort-of squealed with laughter, that is to say, his laughter was more like a burst of squishy, delighted air. Drool dripped freely as he stuffed his hand in his mouth, all covered in the white dust.

 “Look at you,” Ala playfully chided. “Let's get you clean, little man.”

 She brought him over to the table where she placed him on his back. His other hand, strong for his age, had hauled an old used canvas bag with him. Try though she might, Ala was not able to pry it from him.

 “Look what I found in my flour,” she said as she carefully wiped him down with a damp cloth. “A little bread loaf! Is that what I found, child?”

 Kunzite answered with a wide-grinned gurgle.

 “Ku-uh!”

 “Yes, you’re right! I found Kun!”

 She began to dry him, making himself silently squirm with delight. When she was finished he still had not relinquished the rough flour bag, so Alan decided to wrap him with it.

 “Silly boy,” she smiled softly as she brought him to her chest. He was already distracted and chewing on the end of the bag thoughtfully. His heaviness was deeply satisfying, and as she held him close she inhaled deeply, soaking in his new baby smell. “What shall I do with you, hm? My dear boy. My sweet little…” She ran her thumb down the soft doughiness of his brown skin, and smiled lovingly.

  “My sweet little bread loaf.”

 ---

 The pot was whistling, and Ala rushed to remove it from the fire stove. At that moment, her husband came in through the door, bedraggled from his trip to the market that day.

 “Welcome home, husband,” Ala called as she lifted the heavy pot onto the table.

 Hesson grunted quietly in response, too tired to say much else. He undid his cloak, hung it up and went to give his wife a little kiss on the cheek. “Is Kunzite sleeping?” he asked, rubbing his one good hand against her arm.

 “Hm? Yes.”

 Hesson glanced at the cradle, which was empty, and his head started jerking from side to side. “...My dear wife,” he finally said, “where is our child?”

 Ala didn’t seem too worried. “He’s sleeping in his sack.”

 “What?”

 “The sack. On the back wall.”

 Hesson turned and to his alarm, saw his one-and-half year old son quietly snoring from what looked like a swaddled canvas carrier hanging from the wall. Quickly he rushed over to the baby and unhooked the carrier.

 “Ala,” he said, worriedly and exasperatedly. “You can’t do that. He could’ve fallen!”

 Ala looked over at her husband, vaguely perplexed. “It’s no different than a swing,” she said, putting a bowl of soup and bread on the table. “He sleeps better suspended.”

 Indeed, Kunzite was still dozing, a bit of drool creeping out from the edge of his open mouth.

 “Please use the cradle,” Hesson asked. “I made it rock so you wouldn’t have to swing him.”

 Ala didn’t seem to fully hear him, or if she did, chose not to.

 “I know that’s how your family did it, tying any cloth to a beam and putting the baby in it, but that’s not safe,” Hesson tried again.

 Ala simply continued to ignore her husband until supper was fully set at the table. “Come sit, husband, please,” she suggested. “You need to eat. It will help with your defense system.”

 Hesson suspected she meant to say ‘immune system’, but she hadn’t enough Elysian for it. Agreeing, he roughly settled down at their table with the tightly swaddled Kunzite laying in the crook of his arm.

 “He’s getting so big,” Ala said softly as she took her seat next to her husband. “I can hardly lift him with one arm now.”

 Hesson looked back down at his son and tested his strength with Kunzite. “Big and strong,” Hesson said proudly, “that’s what he’ll be.”

 As Ala sipped at her soup and watched her husband rock Kunzite with his muscular arm, she couldn’t help but smile.

 ---

 “I’m worried about him.”

 Ala continued her knitting. “I don’t see anything to worry about.”

 “He doesn’t      talk    ,” Hesson whispered.

 It was a rare, quiet summer evening, and the three of them were enjoying the tranquility in their cozy hut. Ala was steadily stitching a new hefty pig-shaped pillow for her son, while Hesson was watching him play, and worrying.

 Ala liked the sound of her needles clicking. “Not all children are talkative,” she said simply.

 Hesson glanced back at her. “He hardly makes a sound.”

 As though Kunzite hadn’t heard him, the two-year-old continued his business, tumbling little shaped cubes and spheres into a toy bin with designated holes. It was one of Kunzite’s favourite toys, and he could sit at it for hours.

 Ala glanced up at Kunzite briefly and smiled, completely unperturbed.

 “He has his way of speaking,” she simply said again.

 Hesson shook his head, still not convinced. He pulled his chair over to his wife and leaned in close.

 “He’s rarely laughed,” he whispered.

 Ala quietly exhaled and shook her head at her husband’s ignorance.

 “Just because he is quiet does not mean he doesn’t feel, or think,” she whispered back. “Now leave him be.”

 Hesson continued to watch Kunzite, who had now lifted the lid and had shaken the blocks out by tumbling the wood cannister over.

 “Please tell me he has spoken to you,” Hesson tried again. “Even in your language.”

 Ala tried her best to contain her patience.

 “Of course,” she finally said. “He whispered something to me the other day.”

 “What was it?”

 “We were lying on the bed, after lunch,” she started, not looking up from her work. “He had the sweetest smile on his face.”

 “Mnhm.”

 “And so I asked, ‘Sweet child, what makes you so happy?’

 “And?”

 “And at first he didn’t say. He simply smiled, lying with his arms and legs spread out. Like the sun on a lazy summer day.”

 One could tell this story was not putting Hesson’s nerves at ease.

 “And so I came closer. ‘My little bread loaf,’ I said, ‘what is your secret? How can I be happy like you?’”

 Hesson nodded again.

 “And he peeked at me, and he whispered, ‘I’m full.’”

 Hesson blinked, not expecting that to be Kunzite’s answer. “‘I’m full?’’ he repeated. "Full of what?"

 Ala nodded calmly.

 “I asked the same. ‘Full? What of, child?'

 And he smiled at me, the most contented smile I have ever seen. And he says to me, in the smallest whisper,

 ‘I an full of...'"

 Ala paused then suspensefully.

 "'...rice.’”

 Hesson slowly raised his head to nod, a little unsure of the punchline, despite Ala's small, deeply satisfied smile.

 “Well...as long as he has spoken,” he amended. “He hasn’t said anything to me.”

 “He is probably just shy.”

 “I’m his father,” Hesson protested disgruntedly.

 Ala decided not to point out that her husband was not home often enough for Kunzite to establish that kind of bond with him yet. She knew it would only hurt him.

 “He will in time,” was all she said.

 At that moment, there came a little shock of sound from Kunzite’s direction, and both parent’s head jerked up. Hesson was already on his feet when Ala saw Kunzite pulling his hands back - rather than placing the toys in their selected slots, he had laid them on the ground first, and dropped the lid with the holes perfectly aligned. In doing this, he had managed to "shove" all four toys through the holes at the same time. He seemed very pleased with his little revelation, and did it again.

 Relieved that Kunzite was okay, Hesson sat back down, and noticed Ala’s smile. “What is it?”

 She shook her head and returned to her knitting.

 ---

 The father was out again, and it was just the two of them on a quiet winter night. Kunzite was hugging his big pig-shaped cushion close to his chest as he listened to his mother’s tales by the fireplace. In the shadows of fire smoke he saw stars, monsters, beasts and nobles. Sometimes, if he closed his eyes, he could almost feel the stars sparkle for real, and softly twinkle down to touch his cheeks. He could almost swear the stars were real.

 Her tales were always so captivating, and Kunzite loved listening to them. His mother had a soft, lyrical voice, and often spoke in repetitions. Kunzite liked this and found it most consoling - it made him remember what was most important to the story.

 Through her tales she showed him castles and knights, and shadows who punished the wicked and left sweets for the good. She wove vocal tapestries of the night-gods, the sky-gods, star-princes and the moon princesses, and their operatic tales of torrid drama and epic proportions. She loomed him the beginnings of Gaia and how the Earth-mother was abandoned as a baby. Kunzite always thanked he was not Gaia.

 She also told him about the shadow-beasts, the ones they call      youma     in Elysian. The Unkind Children of the Gaia tale, who Gaia made in her loneliness and anger. These stories scared Kunzite the most because they were double-faced - by day they wore the mask of humans, but night they transformed to horrific ghosts and ghouls. His greatest fear was that someone he knew may one day transform into youma, and the only person he knew was his mother.

 But Ala was always kind, above all else. Seeing Kunzite clutching his pig-pillow, she would always reassure him, in her soft, deep, lyrical voice - the Unkind Children were not unkind out of pleasure. The were unkind because they hurt, they wept, they were alone. Even the worst Unkind Child could be persuaded differently, if only you were to lend a quiet ear, and a gentle heart.

 “And if you ever fear you are not brave enough,” his mother soothed, “draw strength from here.”

 She would dig her fingers deep in the soil, and overturn the lush richness to reveal all the different magic stones, bright colored pebbles that were to ward off different misfortunes.

 “The earth will ground you, and help you find your place.”

 Kunzite used to inspect them almost religiously, etching every scratch and facet to memory. “Why?” he asked.

 “Because they are of Gaia herself,” Ala would say, “just like you and me. What you feel in your hand, you also have, in here.”

 And she would touch skin over his heart.

 ---

 Kunzite was about two and half, and quietly following the gold curved runs on his mother’s handmade rug, when something new happened.

 “Kunzite, child,” Ala called, but Kunzite was too engrossed in the detailed loopy threading. Hesson had to pick him up, although thankfully Kunzite never fussed about being broken out of his concentration.

 “Come when your mother calls you,” Hesson murmured pointedly as he placed Kunzite before Ala. “She has something important to tell you.”

 Kunzite nodded respectfully. For as long as he could remember, he both feared and deeply respected his father. Hesson was strong and scarred like an old bear, but his presence always felt safe and warm.

 Ala smiled, and only then did Kunzite notice the great big swelling of her belly. His mother often wore loose robes and dresses, so Kunzite had never noticed anything new...until now.

 “Little bread loaf, come feel.”

 Hesson faintly smiled. “I think he’s getting a bit old for that nickname, my dear.”

 Kunzite ignored his father and slowly raised his hand to place it on his mother’s belly. When he felt something kick he was startled and jerked his hand back.

 “No need to fear, child,” Ala reassured. “Come.” She offered her hand, and Kunzite let her slowly guide his palm to rest onto her stomach. Kunzite felt the same kick a few more times, and eventually his alarm lowered.

 “What else does it sound like, Kunzite?” Ala asked.

 Kunzite thought about it for a while, very solemnly. Finally he could find a single conclusion.

 “A heartbeat, Mama,” he answered quietly.

 Hesson’s smile widened and he nodded in agreement, looking a bit proud of his son. “You’re right, Kunzite,” he said, reaching forward to rest his own hand on Ala’s belly. “You’re going to have a little baby brother.”

 “Another little Kunzite,” Ala clarified. “A little friend to play with.”

 Kunzite hadn’t seen any other children at this point and had little points of references. He closest companion he had was Pig, the real pig his family owned. Kunzite and Pig got along really well, he really liked Pig.

 “You’ll be a big brother,” Hesson went on. “And you know what we do when things are smaller things than us?”

 Kunzite nodded. He struck his heart four times like he had seen his father do.

 “That’s right,” Hesson said proudly. “We protect them.”

 Ala never liked Hesson teaching Kunzite that symbol.

 “That’s not necessary,” she said, reaching out to gently lower Kunzite’s hand from his chest. “Just love your brother, as you would Pig. You look after Pig, don’t you?”

 Kunzite nodded. He always made sure Pig was okay. He fed him and petted him and watered him. Pig was important to the family, and Kunzite also just really liked him.

 “Well, maybe a little better than Pig,” Hesson grinned.

 Kunzite couldn’t see the differentiation, but he could tell how important this was to both his parents. He glanced back at his mother’s belly and slowly reached out to stroke it, and smiled. Maybe the new baby would be his best friend. Maybe there would be more love in the house. The thought of that made Kunzite smile even wider.

 “I won let you down,” he called to his mother’s belly. “I promise. See you soon, baby pig.”

 ---

 But it was not an easy baby. And it was nothing like Pig.

 It was small, that was as promised. But it wasn’t quiet, and it certainly was not another Kunzite.

 It was loud, and it cried all the time. It wailed as though in pain, and Ala had to hold it all the time. For the moment she would let it go, the crying would increase a hundredfold.

 It lived in Kunzite’s cradle, and Kunzite had to sleep at the foot of his parents’ bed, between their bed and the wall of their tiny cottage-hut. Hesson had made a proper bed for him there, but Kunzite felt so far away from his mother; he had always slept in the crib next to them, or in the big bed itself.

 And Ala was always tired. There were no more stories, no more singing by the fireplace. Instead it was always crying, and always hushing. Ala would try to calm it, but it never seemed to work. Kunzite wondered at times if the baby had swallowed a molten rock, for it always seemed to be full of fire, and wanting to cough and spit it up.

 Hesson was still out a lot, whether it was farming or selling. In his absence Kunzite tried his best to be good, but it was hard. It was hard seeing his mother so tired, so sad. After a while, the baby cried so often that Ala and Hesson would try to sleep through it, though Kunzite never could. He would lay awake and count the shadows sliding on the roof above.

 ---

 One night, when Ala and Hesson were fast asleep, the baby cried again. Although his mother and father did not seem upset, Kunzite was. He was tired, he was angry - he was so angry of the constant noise. It never seemed enough for the baby, but it had been enough for him.

 Finally, Kunzite could not take it anymore, and silently he crept out of bed. He crawled over to the crib’s side, and watched the baby cry in the darkness. It wept with such ferocity that Kunzite ever wondered how it found time to breathe. Above him, his mother’s face illuminated in the darkness; with all the new lines on her face, the deep bags under her eyes, Kunzite made up his mind. He reached forward and picked the baby up.

 No one seemed to notice that the wailing was growing distant, or that Kunzite was out of bed. Holding the baby close, he wandered out of the hut and into the black, grassy plains before him. He was not afraid of the dark tonight - the full moon was out, and Kunzite had excellent sight in the night. That and, he doubted any Unkind Children would dare go near the screaming child in      his     arms.

 When he reached the little river by the farmlands, he sat down and put the baby within the reeds. It kept crying still and Kunzite stared at it, trying to understand why. Why it was crying, why it was even in existence. Why it had to ruin the happy quiet they had had.

 He broke a few reeds and put them on top of the swaddled baby, as an extra “blanket.” He didn’t say goodbye. He turned around and began walking back to the house.

 But before he had reached too far, the baby’s cries changed. The pitch was different now. Instead of viciously screaming, it was now coughing. Weeping. It sounded lonesome and pitiful, like the whine of a baby dog, or the pathetic chirp of a dawdling duckling. Kunzite suddenly stopped. It sounded...small.

 Small, and it needed Kunzite’s help.

 Kunzite bit his lip and glanced back over his shoulder. Now the baby was hiccupping, and groaning. And Kunzite felt terrible.

 Making up his mind again, Kunzite slowly worked his way back to the river side, and glanced down at his baby brother. In the moonlight, the baby looked withered, tired. It looked so shrivelled and weak, so pathetic that Kunzite could not understand why he had felt so strongly against it for so long. It was a baby.

 Slowly, Kunzite gathered the baby back up into his arms. Seemingly exhausted now, the baby merely hiccuped, followed by a quiet moan. Kunzite tried to rock it lightly as he had seen his mother do, and it seemed to help. The baby grunted and drooled a few times, before Kunzite felt it slowly grow slacker and slacker against him. By the time he was back at the house, the baby, for once, was fast asleep.

 The next morning when Ala woke, she was shocked to find the crib empty. Throwing on her robe and waking Hesson, she rushed to find her second baby boy. She had just passed the end of the bed when she saw Kunzite, curled up on his bed, with something beneath his arm.

 It was his baby brother, and both were sleeping peacefully.

 ---

 After that night, Hesson made a point of making a larger bed for the two brothers. Malak never seemed to be quite as colicky as before, so long as he was under Kunzite’s arm.

 After Malak came Tsavor, who was even louder. Thankfully by then, Kunzite knew exactly what to do, and it was Malak’s turn to try his hand at being ‘older brother’. After Tsavor came Sibr, a sweet, quiet little boy not unlike Kunzite himself, but was much shyer and burrowed whenever anyone but Tsavor came to see him. His return brought some calm and relief to the house, but it was never fully the same.

 As the house filled with more and more people, warm and bustling as it was - sometimes Kunzite could see the ghost of house before. Though he would never voice it - for he knew it would crush his mother's heart- there were times he would wonder if anyone else remembered it when it was just the three of them.

 Just Mama, father, and Kunzite.

[xerxia31]

Some Like it Hot

One of my contributions for the fall, 2016 version of @mores2sl. This story is a modern AU and, like the banner suggests, is rated E for explicit sexual content and offensive language. Reader discretion is advised. Also available on AO3.

The air conditioning was out, again, and Katniss was trapped like a rat in a cage, waiting for the building superintendent to come take a look at it. He’d said he’d be by at 11:30, but it was pushing 1:00 and there was still no sign of him.

Peeta was crashing and banging around in the microscopic kitchen of their too-small apartment, further aggravating her. They’d been fighting all day, snapping and snarling, stuck together in the sticky sauna of their third-floor walk-up, barely able to avoid each other. She was desperate to run, to get away from this place and from him, but she couldn’t leave until they’d dealt with the damned A/C.

She was pacing the fourteen steps between couch and window, back and forth, back and forth, when finally the kitchen clattering stopped. The equally irritating thump-thump-thump of his heavy footfalls followed.

He stomped around the partition that kept the kitchen from view, shirtless and dripping with sweat. In his hands, inexplicably, two tall glasses of lemonade, slick with condensation. He was so angry he couldn’t even look at her. But he made them both lemonade. And from scratch too, the asshole. She snapped.

“Why do you always have to be so damned perfect?” He met her gaze then; crystalline blue eyes hard, expression almost haughty. Beads of perspiration rolled down his temple, caressed his clenched jaw. But he said nothing, refused to take to the bait.

She yelled a litany of curse words, stalking towards him, stopping only a few feet away. “Katniss,” he warned. But she couldn't stop. She was hot and frustrated and pissed off as hell and he was there.

His nostrils twitched, almost imperceptibly, just the barest hint of movement. But it was enough. She knew she was getting to him. “Stop being so fucking nice!” she growled.

Peeta leaned over, setting the glasses on their coffee table with such precision it was as if they might detonate. Two large steps and he was upon her, hands grasping her waist through the thin top she wore. Before she could fathom what was happening, he’d tossed her over his shoulder like a sack of flour and was marching to the bathroom.

She pounded her fists against his back, kicking and swearing, but he was undeterred. One strong arm wrapped around her thighs as the other flicked the shower on full-blast.

Icy needles of water sluiced up her back and over her ass, soaking her tank and tiny shorts in seconds. Katniss shrieked, squirming and writhing; Peeta simply held her snugly until they were both drenched and her fury had turned to pleading. He slid her down his body, slowly and cautiously, but kept his arm wrapped around her. She reached for the tap as soon as her feet hit the tiles, nudging it left. Only when the water moved from arctic to tolerable did she find her voice.

“You asshole,” she seethed. “You dickwad! I can’t fucking believe you-” his lips cut her off, kissing her hard, aggressively. Stealing the complaints from her tongue. When he pulled back just slightly to gasp, she bit him, nipping his bottom lip hard enough to make him yelp.

In a flash he’d backed her against the shower wall, catching both of her small hands as she tried to shove him away, pinning them above her head. For several long moments they simply stared at each other, water streaming, chests heaving. “Are you cooled off yet, Sweetheart?” he drawled, and she scowled.

“Fuck you, Peeta.” But he chuckled, and she shook with rage, struggling against him. He moved forward, pressing the hard length of his body against her. Her nipples pebbled with the contact and she bit her cheek, unwilling to let him see the effect he was having. She turned her head stubbornly away.

He shifted, and then both of her wrists were held fast in one of his large hands, freeing the other to slither down her arm, raising goosebumps in its path. He tilted her chin, gently but firmly, and kissed her again. “You are so fucking hot when you're pissed,” he groaned against her lips. “You know what that scowl does to me.”

“Peeta,” she whined as his lips moved over her jaw, down her throat, lapping the salt and shower water. “Dammit, I'm mad at you!”

“I know, baby,” he groaned, stretching the strap of her tank aside to expose the soft mound underneath. She keened and bucked against him as his fingers plucked her nipple, sending shocks through her body.

He shifted again, twining each of her hands with his own, holding them snugly beside her shoulders as his head dipped to draw her aching nipple into the soothing heat of his mouth. Her own head tipped back, thunking against the tiles as she moaned and panted his name.

“Please let go of my hands,” she whimpered. He straightened, and held her gaze for a moment, considering. Then he loosened his grip, smiling when she didn't immediately rip her hands away. She couldn't resist returning the smile. It was the first real, sweet, Peeta smile she'd seen all day. He released her hands slowly, kissing the inside of each wrist.

Her wet tank was off in an instant, falling to the shower floor with a splat, then she tangled her hands in his hair, tugging sharply. Peeta smirked. But when she pushed his head lower, aligning his hot mouth with her other breast he didn’t hesitate. Her back bowed as he lavished attention on each peak in turn, rewarding her hair pulling with a firm press of his teeth.

One hand clutched him tightly to her breast, the other snaked lower, pushing impatiently at the waist of his athletic shorts. A breathless oh fuck, fell from her lips when she found him boxer-less, the length of him hard and heavy in her hand.

Peeta groaned as she stroked him. The angle was awkward but he seemed unwilling to stop suckling. “I love your tits,” he grunted against her flesh, even as he thrust repeatedly into her wet palm. She gripped him just a little tighter as his mouth fell open in a near silent moan. “Shit, stop, stop,” he begged breathlessly, pulling her hand away.

He stepped back and kicked off the shorts that had been stubbornly clinging to his knees. She stifled a snort at the wet squelch of them hitting the wall.

She reached for him again but he anticipated her movement, grabbing her hand and spinning her. “Put your hands on the wall,” he commanded, his voice in her ear low and lust-choked. She complied. His chest pressed against her back as he kissed and nibbled the nape of her neck, and his hands snaked around to cup and tweak and stroke her breasts, until she was squirming.

One of his hands slid lower, tickling her belly button, caressing her flat stomach before finally popping the snap on her shorts. He slipped his hand inside, cupping her over her panties, finding her soaked in more ways than one. She rocked against his fingers, seeking more friction, groaning when he pulled away. Then his voice was hot in her ear again. “Do you know how sexy you look in these little shorts?” he breathed as he started to shimmy the clingy bit of denim down her hips. “With your legs that go on forever?” The shorts and her panties rasped over her wet skin, and his slick hands followed, making her shudder. “Fuck, baby, I have been hard for you all damned day.”

When finally the fabric barriers fell away he dropped to his haunches behind her. His teeth traced the swell of her ass, the tops of her thighs, her hipbone. Everywhere except where she needed him most. But she wouldn't beg. Not when she was still annoyed. Then he kissed a trail up her spine, across her shoulders, wrapping his arms around her so sweetly. Her eyes slipped closed, the last of her petulance draining away with the cool water.

His teeth closing around her earlobe made her cry out, even as she pressed her body back against his. She moaned at the sensation of his cock rubbing the cleft of her ass, wiggling in a silent plea. And she couldn't suppress a smirk as he swore and thrust against her in response.

Finally his fingers parted her folds and his name fell breathlessly from her lips. He teased her clit, rubbing just enough to make her squirm and swear and whine, but not enough to push her over the edge. His other hand stroked her body, igniting her nerve endings, making her tremble. All the while he kept thrusting against her, his cock, hard and ready for her, rubbing so close to where she was desperate to be filled. She was wound up tight as a spring, frustrated, riled, and rattled, ready to snap. Her hands fisted against the tiles. Finally, she couldn’t take it any more. “Peeta, please,” she cried.

He thrust into her waiting heat, so hard, so fast that she gasped, a broken fragment of sound. He froze. “Katniss?” he said, uncertain.

“Don’t stop,” she begged. “I need you.” He pumped in and out a few times; slow, tentative strokes, then abruptly withdrew. Her plaintive cry of no sounded like a sob. But he only spun her around, meeting her eyes, concern shading his own. Then he cradled her face and kissed her desperately.

“I need to see you,” he breathed against her lips. “I need to see your beautiful face when you come.” He eased her leg up, over his elbow. She clung to him, balanced on one foot, pulling frantically at his shoulders. When finally he slid inside her again they both sighed.

The angle was clumsy, the water running cold, but the expression on Peeta's handsome face as his cock filled her over and over was worth the discomfort.

His grunts of pleasure, the way his back muscles quivered under her hands, she knew he was close. But she knew she couldn’t get there with him, not tense and teetering on one trembling leg. She tightened her arms around him, sucking on the pulse point in his neck as he babbled bits of incoherence. Then she whispered the words that she knew would push him over the edge. Soft words of love and devotion, plain and heartfelt. He shouted his release, the sound echoing off the tiled wall, sensual music.

She stroked his sopping curls as he panted into her shoulder. “Every time,” he gasped. “You get me every time.” He lifted his head, adoration shone in his expression, love and joy and gratitude.

Peeta pulled out, lowering her leg to the ground and snapping the water off. Then with a squeak she was in his arms again. “Wrap your legs around me, baby,” he said.

His back muscles flexed with barely restrained power as he carried her to their bedroom. She had only a moment to worry about the sheets as he set her, dripping wet, in the centre of their bed. “Peeta?” she questioned, already shifting to climb back off the mattress.

“I need to make you come,” he growled, climbing on top of her, kissing away her weak protests. Then his hands and lips covered her breasts, heating the cold, pebbled flesh, reigniting the fire in her belly.

Peeta was everywhere, slick flesh sliding. She could do nothing but surrender, gripping fistfuls of the bedding. He didn't tease her, didn't make her wait. He drove her thighs apart, lapping at her arousal like a starving man. And when he drew her aching clit into his mouth, humming around the little pearl, she yelled another litany of curse words.

The stress, the irritation, the agitation, the all-encompassing tension of the past hours, days, weeks, all of it snapped as she came, wailing her release. Her hands were tangled in his hair, she could feel him smiling against her flesh as he coaxed more and more aftershocks from her spent body.

Finally he crawled back up her body, pulling her into the comfort of his embrace. Kissing away the tears that escaped the corners of her eyes. “Better?” he murmured. She could only nod. “I love you, Katniss,” he said, lips brushing her temple.

“Even when I'm bitchy?” She tried for levity, but only sounded small. Uncertain.

“Especially when you're bitchy,” he admitted with a smile.

They fell silent. No longer wet and chilled, but not yet overheated again, for a few minutes they simply enjoyed being pressed together, chastely touching each other.

Finally the oppressive heat overcame them and they rolled apart. But Peeta grabbed her hand, forcing her to face him. As he played with her fingers, spinning the bands encircling them, he softly asked, “What's really going on, Love?”

She shrugged, intending on brushing his gentle concern off, like she'd been doing all day. But his gorgeous eyes, blue and brimming with love, were impossible to refuse. “I want to go home, Peeta,” she said plaintively, like a small child.

His eyes softened. “We will, soon. I promise.” He leaned in and kissed her.

“I want to go home now,” she said, her bottom lip trembling. Despite the sticky heat he pulled her snugly against him, surrounding her in comfort. “I’m just so homesick, Peeta,” she confessed. “It’s always hot here. Hot and loud and crowded, and I miss my woods. I miss our mountains.”

They were sixteen months into his 24 month contract, living in a concrete jungle so completely opposite to the lush green mountains of Panem, where they grew up together, and where their families still lived.

She’d tried so hard not to complain about it. But the oppressive heat was making her crazy, the walls of their tiny rental apartment closing in on her. She felt like she hadn’t seen a tree or lake in a hundred years. The air conditioning breaking was simply the last straw.

“You know I’m not really upset with you, right?” she whispered. He shrugged, unconvincingly. “I'm sorry, Peeta,” she said, kissing her remorse into his shoulder. “I didn't mean to take it out on you. I'm really proud of the work you're doing here.”

He kissed her hard, she could taste his relief. “I know it's difficult being here. Maybe we could go away next weekend,” he said, a little breathless from the kiss. “Rent a car, drive out to the parque nacionales? It wouldn't be exactly like the woods at home, but…” he trailed off as a huge grin spread across her face.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he said, and then she was kissing him again, smiling so broadly their teeth knocked together.

“I would love that,” Katniss breathed. Despite the heat, she climbed on top of Peeta, pressing him into the mattress and pinning his wrists, an echo of their time in the shower. His eyes twinkled with mirth, but he didn't resist. She leaned down to kiss him, soft pecks that rapidly increased in intensity. He responded eagerly, groaning as she rocked over him, her slick lips bathing his hardening cock.

“Katniss,” he groaned, arching against her. “I hate fighting with you.”

“Me too,” she gasped. She lifted just enough to slide him inside, and they both moaned.

As she sat up to ride him, hips swivelling sinuously, he smirked. “But I sure love making up.”

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About Trademark Registration

Registration in Single Class The registration in single class, will gives protection under that class only. Otherwise we should go for multiple class registration, which will be expensive. For example ‘cococola’ is registered in the class relating to food and beverages and somebody is applying cococola in class relating to construction, then authorities will consider the second application also. Trademark application as a word mark: A word mark registers the word one would want to use and renders stronger and wider protection to one’s business. Once registration is granted for a word trademark, the applicant has the right to use and represent the word in any format or font which grants it extensive protection including exclusive rights to the word as a whole and also allows the applicant to depict it in various formats regardless of its style for all the goods and services in respect of the mark. In other words, by filing a word mark, one would prevent third parties from using one’s brand name in any regard. Trademark application as a logo: A logo on the other hand gives one the rights in the combination of images, design and words taken together. Therefore, the protection given to the words encompassed in a logo are limited in comparison with the standard word marks since the rights in a logo are entitled only to the logo as a whole. If one wishes to register a particular stylized appearance or a combination of stylized wording, orientation, shape, colour and design, filing a trademark as a logo would be appropriate. In other words, by filing a logo, one would prevent third parties from using the said logo or any other logo deceptively similar, rather than the words incorporated in the logo. Quite often, the brand name of businesses constitutes both of words and logos rather than just a logo. The safest way to protect the intellectual property in such instances would be to file the trademark as both as a word mark and as a logo. However, since filing multiple trademark applications would be an expensive affair, the next safest pick for businesses who are looking at cost efficiency would be to register the trademark as a word mark. Ideally, separate trademark applications for word as well as logo should be filed to attain the broadest protection for any business. While big companies might have the budget to justify such multiple applications, this may not seem economical for startup businesses. Hence, it is advisable to file the trademark as a word mark, giving one the next broadest protection against unwarranted infringers. An ideal example for such a scenario would be that of the well-known brand PEPSI. Since 1962 till date, PEPSI has changed its logo a significant number of times. Had it registered its initial trademark application as a logo in 1962 and ceased usage of the same each time a new logo was created, then it would have to file a new trademark application for every such new logo created. The initial trademark application would not protect any of the subsequently created logos. However, since PEPSI registered their trademark as a word mark, they were able to do away with such redundant hassles. Classification of goods and services – Name of the classes (Parts of an article or apparatus are, in general, classified with the actual article or apparatus, except where such parts constitute articles included in other classes). Class 1. Chemical used in industry, science, photography, agriculture, horticulture and forestry; unprocessed artificial resins, unprocessed plastics; manures; fire extinguishing compositions; tempering and soldering preparations; chemical substances for preserving foodstuffs; tanning substances; adhesive used in industry Class 2 . Paints, varnishes, lacquers; preservatives against rust and against deterioration of wood; colorants; mordents; raw natural resins; metals in foil and powder form for painters; decorators; printers and artists Class 3 . Bleaching preparations and other substances for laundry use; cleaning; polishing; scouring and abrasive preparations; soaps; perfumery, essential oils, cosmetics, hair lotions, dentifrices Class 4 . Industrial oils and greases; lubricants; dust absorbing, wetting and binding compositions; fuels(including motor spirit) and illuminants; candles, wicks Class 5 . Pharmaceutical, veterinary and sanitary preparations; dietetic substances adapted for medical use, food for babies; plasters, materials for dressings; materials for stopping teeth, dental wax; disinfectants; preparation for destroying vermin; fungicides, herbicides Class 6. Common metals and their alloys; metal building materials; transportable buildings of metal; materials of metal for railway tracks; non-electric cables and wires of common metal; ironmongery, small items of metal hardware; pipes and tubes of metal; safes; goods of common metal not included in other classes; ores Class 7 . Machines and machine tools; motors and engines (except for land vehicles); machine coupling and transmission components (except for land vehicles); agricultural implements other than hand-operated; incubators for eggs Class 8 . Hand tools and implements (hand-operated); cutlery; side arms; razors Class 9 . Scientific, nautical, surveying, electric, photographic, cinematographic, optical, weighing, measuring, signalling, checking (supervision), life saving and teaching apparatus and instruments; apparatus for recording, transmission or reproduction of sound or images; magnetic data carriers, recording discs; automatic vending machines and mechanisms for coin-operated apparatus; cash registers, calculating machines, data processing equipment and computers; fire extinguishing apparatus Class 10 . Surgical, medical, dental and veterinary apparatus and instruments, artificial limbs, eyes and teeth; orthopaedic articles; suture materials Class 11 . Apparatus for lighting, heating, steam generating, cooking, refrigerating, drying ventilating, water supply and sanitary purposes Class 12 . Vehicles; apparatus for locomotion by land, air or water Class 13 . Firearms; ammunition and projectiles; explosives; fire works Class 14 . Precious metals and their alloys and goods in precious metals or coated therewith, not included in other classes; jewellery, precious stones; horological and other chronometric instruments Class 15. Musical instruments Class 16 . Paper, cardboard and goods made from these materials, not included in other classes; printed matter; bookbinding material; photographs; stationery; adhesives for stationery or household purposes; artists' materials; paint brushes; typewriters and office requisites (except furniture); instructional and teaching material (except apparatus); plastic materials for packaging (not included in other classes); playing cards; printers' type; printing blocks Class 17 . Rubber, gutta percha, gum, asbestos, mica and goods made from these materials and not included in other classes; plastics in extruded form for use in manufacture; packing, stopping and insulating materials; flexible pipes, not of metal Class 18 . Leather and imitations of leather, and goods made of these materials and not included in other classes; animal skins, hides, trunks and travelling bags; umbrellas, parasols and walking sticks; whips, harness and saddlery Class 19 . Building materials, (non-metallic), non-metallic rigid pipes for building; asphalt, pitch and bitumen; non-metallic transportable buildings; monuments, not of metal. Class 20 . Furniture, mirrors, picture frames; goods(not included in other classes) of wood, cork, reed, cane, wicker, horn, bone, ivory, whalebone, shell, amber, mother- of-pearl, meerschaum and substitutes for all these materials, or of plastics Class 21 . Household or kitchen utensils and containers(not of precious metal or coated therewith); combs and sponges; brushes(except paints brushes); brush making materials; articles for cleaning purposes; steelwool; unworked or semi-worked glass (except glass used in building); glassware, porcelain and earthenware not included in other classes Class 22 . Ropes, string, nets, tents, awnings, tarpaulins, sails, sacks and bags (not included in other classes) padding and stuffing materials(except of rubber or plastics); raw fibrous textile materials Class 23 . Yarns and threads, for textile use Class 24 . Textiles and textile goods, not included in other classes; bed and table covers. Class 25 . Clothing, footwear, headgear Class 26 . Lace and embroidery, ribbons and braid; buttons, hooks and eyes, pins and needles; artificial flowers Class 27 . Carpets, rugs, mats and matting, linoleum and other materials for covering existing floors; wall hangings(non-textile) Class 28 . Games and playthings, gymnastic and sporting articles not included in other classes; decorations for Christmas trees Class 29 . Meat, fish, poultry and game; meat extracts; preserved, dried and cooked fruits and vegetables; jellies, jams, fruit sauces; eggs, milk and milk products; edible oils and fats Class 30 . Coffee, tea, cocoa, sugar, rice, tapioca, sago, artificial coffee; flour and preparations made from cereals, bread, pastry and confectionery, ices; honey, treacle; yeast, baking powder; salt, mustard; vinegar, sauces, (condiments); spices; ice Class 31. Agricultural, horticultural and forestry products and grains not included in other classes; live animals; fresh fruits and vegetables; seeds, natural plants and flowers; foodstuffs for animals, malt Class 32 . Beers, mineral and aerated waters, and other non-alcoholic drinks; fruit drinks and fruit juices; syrups and other preparations for making beverages Class 33 .Alcoholic beverages(except beers) Class 34 . Tobacco, smokers' articles, matches SERVICES Class 35 .Advertising, business management, business administration, office functions. Class 36 .Insurance, financial affairs; monetary affairs; real estate affairs. Class 37 . Building construction; repair; installation services. Class 38. Telecommunications. Class 39. Transport; packaging and storage of goods; travel arrangement. Class 40. Treatment of materials. Class 41. Education; providing of training; entertainment; sporting and cultural activities. Class 42. Scientific and technological services and research and design relating thereto; industrial analysis and research services; design and development of computer hardware and software. Class 43. Services for providing food and drink; temporary accommodation. Class 44. Medical services, veterinary services, hygienic and beauty care for human beings or animals; agriculture, horticulture and forestry services. Class 45. Legal services; security services for the protection of property and individuals; personal and social services rendered by others to meet the needs of individuals. Read the full article

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Artifact Series C

C. Everett Koop's Scalpel

C. Henry Kempe's Teddy Bear

C.D. Atkins' Orange Juice Jug

C. H. Bennett's Ball of String

C. L. Blood's Bellows

C. S. Lewis' Wardrobe

C. S. Lewis' Writing Pen

C.S.A.: Confederate States of America Film Poster

Cab Calloway’s Zoot Suit

Cabbage Patch Monkey Doll

Cable from the Warsaw Radio Mast

Cai Lun’s Paper

Cain's Stone

Calaveras Skull

Calico Jack's Belt

Calico Jack's Flintlock Pistol

California Gold Rush Mining Pan

Caligula's Battle Armor

Caligula's Sandals *

Calvin Coolidge's Kerosene Lamp

Calvin Graham’s Sailor Suit

Calypso's Conch

Camera from the Ed Sullivan Show

Cameron Todd Willingham's Lighter

Camille Flammarion's Flammarion Engraving

Candles from Jeanne Calment's 100th Birthday Cake

Candle from the Conspirators Camp

Cangjie’s Oracle Bone Script

Canister of Greek Fire

Canister of Inconsolability *

Cannon from the Battle of Narva

Cao Cao’s Beard Brush

Captain Adrian Snow's Gauntlet

Captain Edward John Smith's Hat

Captain Gallagher’s Sword Hilt

Captain Hendrick Goosen's Trawling Net

Captain Joseph White’s Mattress

Caracalla's Bathing Amphora

Caravaggio’s Nativity with St. Francis and St. Lawrence

Caravaggio's The Lute Player *

Carbondale Oppressing Iron *

Cardea's Hinge

Cardinal Richelieu's Table Knife

Caretaker Ribbon *

Carey Loftin's Gloves *

Carl Barks' Animation Cels

Carl Hagenbeck's Circus Wagon

Carl G. Fisher’s Acetylene Headlight

Carl Gustav Hempel's Apple

Carl Jung's Cuckoo Clock

Carl Jung’s Sofa Cushion

Carl Laemmle's Nickelodeon

Carl Linnaeus' Cravat

Carl Linnaeus' Herbarium

Carl Magee’s Parking Meter

Carl McCunn's Driver License

Carl Ray's Paint Brushes

Carl Sagan's Jacket

Carlo Collodi's Bracelet *

Carlo Pellegrini’s Spats

Carlos Arredondo's Hat

Carlos Hathcock's Feather

Carlos Marcello's Favorite Table

Carmen Miranda's Maracas

Carmine Galante’s Cigar

Carnation Flowers from the Carnation Revolution

Carrie Nation’s Hatchet

Carrie White's Prom Dress

Carry-on Bag

Casey Jones' Pocketwatch

Casey Martin's Golf Club

Casey Martin’s Golf Tee

Casimir Pulaski's and Michael Kovats de Fabriczy's Hessian Cavalry Swords

Casimir Zeglen’s Bulletproof Vest

Cask of Amontillado

Caspar Wistar’s Shutters

Cassandra "Elvira" Peterson's '58 Ford Thunderbird

Cassie Chadwick's Pearl Necklace

Cassius Dio's Silver Coins

Castle Crasher Knight's Weapons

Catequil's Clubs

Caterina Sforza's Spine

Catherine de' Medici's Corset

Catherine of Aragon's Wedding Ring

Catherine O'Leary's Cow Bell *

Catherine the Great's Scarf

Catherine the Great's Slippers

Catherine the Great's Washing Board *

"Cats" Vinyl Record

Cattle Skull

Caucasian Eagle Automaton

Caught-in-the-Throat "Laff!" Sign *

Cauldron of Annwn

Cauldron of Rebirth

Cave of the Piasa Bird

Cecil B. DeMille's Riding Crop *

Cecília Meireles' Rose Pen

Cellphone from the Set of Dollhouse

Celtic Red Deer Hide

Ceramic Black Buffalo

Ceramic Figurine Collection

Cernunnos' Torc

Cesar Chavez's Hoe

Cesar Chavez's Trellis

Cesira Ferrani's Atomizer

Chain from St. Mary of Bethlehem Asylum

Chains Used to Topple Saddam Hussein's Statue in Firdos Square

Chair from the Norrmalmstorg Bank Robbery

Chalice of Dionysus

Chalkboard Erasers from the Tanganyika Laughter Epidemic

Champagne Glasses From the SS United States

Chandelier from the Montansier Opera House *

Chandre Oram's Flag

Chang and Eng Bunker's Wedding Rings

Chang Apana's Detective Badge

Charlemagne's Crown

Charlemagne's Stirrup

Charles II of Navarre’s Bandages

Charles II's Croquet Balls *

Charles II's Executioner Axe

Charles VI’s Pillow

Charles Addams' Harpsichord

Charles Algernon Parsons' Gramophone Horn

Charles Angibaud’s Mortar

Charles Babbage's Gears

Charles Babbage's Difference Engine

Charles Baudelaire's Second Volume of Les Fleurs du mal

Charles B. Franklin’s Camshaft

Charles Bell's Rolls of Canvas

Charles Blondin's Tightrope

Charles Blondin's Unitard

Charles the Bold’s Livery Collar

Charles Bourseul’s Telephone

Charles Bowles' Flour Sack

Charles Calvert's Tobacco

Charles Carpenter’s Bazookas

Charles Correll's Amos 'n' Andy Taxi

Charles Coughlin's Collar

Charles Cretors’ Popcorn Cart

Charles Cullen's Scrubs

Charles Darwin’s Magnifying Glass

Charles Darwin's Spyglass

Charles Davenport's Syringe

Charles Dickens' Badminton Racket *

Charles Dickens’ Desk

Charles Dickens' Scotch

Charles Dodgson's Rosary

Charles Douglass’ Laff Box

Charles Édouard Guillaume's Balance Wheel

Charles F. Urschel’s Blindfold

Charles Fort’s Newspaper Clippings

Charles Fort's Umbrella

Charles Francis Hall's Coffee Cup

Charles Goodyear's Synthetic Rubber

Charles Hanson's Rocking Horse *

Charles J. Guiteau’s Revolver

Charles Jeffries' Skeleton Army Cap

Charles Kingsford Smith's Airplane's Undercarriage Leg and Wheel

Charles Knight's Hail Cannon

Charles Lindbergh Jr.’s Baby Rattle

Charles Lyell's Tool Belt

Charles M. Schulz's Pumpkin

Charles Macintosh's Socks

Charles Manson's Metal Guitar Pick

Charles Manson's VW Bus

Charles Martel's Stirrup

Charles Minthorn Murphy’s Bicycle Rollers

Charles Osborne's Water Cup

Charles Page's Cross

Charles Peace's Gold Pocketwatch

Charles Pearson's Tin-Can Telephone

Charles Perrault's Seven-League Boots

Charles Portal's RAF Pin

Charles Ponzi's Money Clip *

Charles Richter and Beno Gutenberg's Paper Roll and Pen

Charles Richter's Fountain Pen and Cap

Charles Simic's Fork

Charles Wells’ Roulette Wheel

Charles Whitman's Sniper Rifle

Charley Parkhurst's Whip

Charlie Chaplin's Bowler Hat

Charlie Chaplin's Cane

Charlotte Corday's Hairbrush

Charlotte Perkins Gilman's Wallpaper

Charlton Heston's Rifle

Charles Whitman's Sniper Rifle

Charred Crane from Greene County Oil Well Fire

Château de Madrid Majolica

Che Guevara's Beret

Chen Si's Motorbike

Chernobyl Three's Lab Coats

Cherry Hill Murder Artifacts

The Chest of Chirizu-kakai-o

Chester Moore Hall's Achromatic Lens *

Chesty Puller's Bullet Shells

Chesty Puller's Five Navy Crosses

Chicago May's Lipstick

Chicago Wheel

Chief Tecumseh's Robes

Chimariko Tribe Shaman Drum

Chi Medallion

Chicago City Key Chain

Chinese Baoding Balls

Chinese Chopsticks

Chinese Doubling Pot

Chinese New Year Good Luck Knot

Chinese New Year Red Envelope

Chinese Orchid *

The Chinese Sandalwood

Ching Ling Foo’s Bowl

Ching Shih's Katana

Chiune Sugihara's Visa Stamp

Choe Bu's Diary

Choe Museon’s Hwacha

Chris Gardner's Parking Tickets

Chris Hadfield's Acoustic Guitar

Christchurch City Cathedral Spire

Christiaan Barnard's Scalpel

Christiaan Huygens' Pendulum

Christiaan Huygens' Prism

Christian Doppler's Tie

Christian Mortensen's Thread and Needle

Christina the Astonishing's Thurible

Christine Chubbuck's Pearl Necklace

Christine Skubish's Toy Blocks

Christmas Lights from the Rockefeller Tree

Christmas Pyramid

Christmas Truce Submarine Ornament *

Christopher Columbus' Brooch *

Christopher Lee's Bowtie

Christopher Lee's Copy of The Lord of the Rings

Christopher Müller’s Gold Tooth

Christopher Reeve's Superman Cape

Christopher Robin Milne's Sketchpad

Chōchin-obake

Choe Bu's Diary

Chōjun Miyagi's Gi Belt

Chowchilla Kidnapping School Bus

Chromatic Bermuda Kite

Chrysippus' Wine Bottle

Chuck Jones' Glasses

Chucky Doll

Chuck Yeager's Favourite Record *

Chuck Yeager's Flight Helmet

Chun-Kwai Seducing Vase *

Chung Ling Soo's Plate

Chunk of the Chelyabinsk Meteor

Church of St. Pancras' Altar Cross

Chyren's Rapier

Cinderella's Carriage

Cinderella's Glass Knife *

Cine-Kodak 8 Model 25 Camera

Cintamani Stone

Circe's Wand

Cirque du Soleil Leotard

Civil War Snare Drums

Clap-board from Thriller

Clara Barton's Gloves *

Clarence Birdseye's Food Freezer

Clarence Birdseye's Heat Pump

Clarence Saunders’ Turnstile

Clark Gable's Grooming Kit *

Clark Wiley's Cage

Claude Alexander Conlin’s Crystal Ball

Claude Alexander Conlin's Thought Control Turban *

Claude Louis Berthollet's Snuff Box

Claude Shannon's Chess Board

Claus von Stauffenberg’s Plastic Explosive

Claus von Stauffenberg's Suitcase

Clay Models From Corpse Bride

Clement Moore's Pen

Clementine's Ballcap

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Cleopatra's Preserved Asp *

Cleve Hall's Airbrush

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Clint Malarchuk's Blood-Stained Jersey

Clipped Wings of Pegasus

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Clyde Barrow's B.A.R. Machine Gun

Clyde W. Tombaugh's Photographic Plates

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Coco Chanel's Handbag

Code of Hammurabi Tablet

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Cole MacGrath's Courier Jacket

Collection of Jimmy MacDonald's Sound Effect Devices

Colonel Sanders' Suit

Colossus Computer Vacuum Tubes

The Colt used by Clement Vallandigham

Columbia Space Shuttle

Combustable Figgy Pudding

The Comfy Chair

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Confucius' Lantern

Congo the Chimpanzee's Paint Brushes

Connor Kenway's Tomahawk

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Coraline Jones' Doll

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Corrupted Zalgo Computers

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Corn Popper

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Covered Wagon

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Cross Brace from the LZ 129 Hindenburg

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Crying Heart Piano

Cryogenic Gas Heater

Crystal Skull

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Ctesibius' Water Clock

Cuchulainn's Post

The Cudgel in the Sack

Cuevas de los Cristales Selenite Sample

Cupid's Arrows

Currier & Ives Advent Calendar *

Curtis Ebbesmeyer’s Friendly Floatees Bath Toys

Cutthroat Kitchen's Hatchet

Currency Changing Wallet

Cy Young's Baseball

Cybermen Outfits

Cymbal-Banging Monkey

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Cynthia Doll

Cyrill Demian's Accordion

Cyrus Teed's Orrery

Cyrus the Great's Achaemenian Tapestry

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Aaron Bobrow-Strain | The Death and Life if Aida Hernandez | Farrar, Straus and Giroux | April 2019 | 28 minutes (5,637 words)

  Since the move to Douglas, Arizona, Jennifer had spent less and less time at home. She was distant and irritable. Her anger encompassed her mother, her mother’s abusive boyfriend Saul, American schools, and the whole United States. At the nadir, she started lashing out at her sisters Aida and Cynthia. And then, in 1998 or 1999, she left for good.

The morning Jennifer ran away, Aida was the only other person home. She watched her sister dump schoolbooks from her backpack and replace them with clothes. She knew what was happening without having to ask and figured it was for the best. On the way out, Jennifer said that a friend would drive her across the border. After that, she’d see what happened.

Aida kept quiet over the next day, even as Luz began to worry about Jennifer’s disappearance. She knew that her father would call soon to let them know that Jennifer was safe and would live with him in Mexico. The call came eventually, and then the sisters were two.

This was Aida’s fifth-grade year. Things got so bad during that period that Saul bought Luz a house to keep her from leaving. It was a dirty white bungalow with a sharp stone wall around a dirt yard. It had the usual sewer roaches and broken feel, but Aida and Cynthia found a secret paradise in the yard. There, under a thick, strong sycamore, was a cinder-block casita with one room, a bathroom, and a metal door that locked. The sisters immediately saw its potential and staked their claim.

A previous occupant had piled the outbuilding with junk and boxes and broken exercise equipment. Aida and Cynthia stacked the junk in a corner, shoved the exercise equipment aside, and scrubbed the place clean. They decorated with dolls and pictures cut from magazines. One of the rumpled storage boxes coughed up a radio that worked.

The two sisters retreated to their hideout whenever they could. They cleaned and decorated and tuned in music. Britney Spears and the Backstreet Boys still fluttered their hearts, but Aida had begun craving Tupac and Snoop Dogg, too. When a good song came on, Aida and Cynthia would lock the metal door, turn up the radio, and dance.

Before they knew it, night would seep into their sanctuary. In the cooler months, it came with mesquite smoke from woodstoves. In warmer months, moths and beetles flicked around lightbulbs. The evening chorus of dogs barking and helicopters buzzing over the border alerted them that it was almost time to leave. Finally, they’d smell grilled meat and roasting chilies drifting across the yard. At this signal, Aida’s stomach twisted. She returned to the main house wondering if the food she smelled was meant for her.

That year, Aida felt that Luz spent all of her grocery money on elaborate meals to keep Saul happy. The sisters, on the other hand, often got cups of ramen. Aida was growing, and one Styrofoam Maruchan didn’t touch her hunger. “Tragona,” “comelona,” her mother would tease, but it wasn’t funny.

One night, Aida and Cynthia found a sack of Mexican birote rolls abandoned in a cupboard. They were golden and flour dusted and still smelled vaguely of bread. Aida didn’t wait to sit down at the table or even get a plate for the crumbs. She stuffed half a roll into her mouth — and yelped. Her teeth ricocheted. She paused for a moment to glare at the basalt-hard roll. Then she adjusted her grip and began to gnaw. Cautious Cynthia followed her lead, sawing and chiseling bread dust with glee.

At the dining room table, Luz had just set steak and rice in front of Saul, but he forked his plate in annoyance.

“Can’t they chew quieter?” He directed this at Luz.

The girls went rigid, expecting their mother to lash out at them for upsetting the man. Aida held her roll tight and started to shake.

Instead, Luz reeled on her partner.

“I’ve already lost one daughter because of you. I’m not going to lose another.”

Aida and Cynthia scattered to their casita before they could see what happened next. With the door locked and the music on, they didn’t notice when Saul left. Nor did they see Luz take her purse and get in the car shortly after that. Only much later, when they smelled burgers frying across the yard, did they venture out of hiding. Luz had gone to the store and returned with the ingredients to make hamburgers and all the fixings for her kids. Later, she showed them an inflatable swimming pool she’d purchased for the yard.

Luz had absorbed the blows of Saul’s violence for years. When he lashed out at her children, though, she revolted. Something shifted in her. He had gone too far. That year, Luz made a promise to Aida. “As soon as you finish fifth grade, we will leave him.”

* * *

Sarah Marley Elementary remained Aida’s haven away from home. Any excuse to stay after the final bell was welcome. She played basketball, sang in the choir, and joined the D.A.R.E. program. Luz, exhausted from violence and endless hours of work, did not show up for Aida’s games or parent-teacher conferences. But in May 1999, she did show up for graduation.

On the morning of the ceremony, Luz presented her daughter with a new dress. It was long and baby blue with small embroidered butterflies — the exact dress Aida had pleaded with her mother to buy for graduation. Luz brushed out her daughter’s bangs and styled her curls to look like Selena. Aida added hair glitter to the look and felt like a sunburst again.

Fifth-grade graduation marked the end of elementary and the beginning of middle school. It was a big deal, and Aida was called up several times to receive recognition. She was so happy she almost forgot her mother’s promise.

As fast as two toddlers, two preteens, and a woman loaded with all their possessions could move, they moved.

By the time the event finished, glitter had drifted onto Aida’s cheeks and nose, and she clutched a tall stack of awards. She held them up to Luz, one by one, reading the English and explaining what each one meant: “Student of the Month,” “Student of the Week,” “First Place in the Sarah Marley Mile Run,” “Girls’ Basketball Team Participation Award,” “Honor Roll,” and “Certifi ate of Promotion to Sixth Grade.” She wanted her mother to appreciate each one.

“Let’s go,” Luz replied.

Luz, Aida, Cynthia, Jazmin, and Emiliano walked twelve blocks home instead of waiting for a ride from Saul. Aida, still admiring her certificates, had to run to keep up.

At the white bungalow, Luz ordered the girls to gather whatever they wanted to take with them into bags. As fast as two toddlers, two preteens, and a woman loaded with all their possessions could move, they moved. It was a two-mile walk to the port of entry, but it took even longer through back alleys and side streets. Any of Saul’s drivers would have called the boss if they’d seen the family carrying its possessions down the streets.

For the second time in three years, Luz and her children crossed the international line.

* * *

Part of Aida expected her old life to rematerialize — Mom, Dad, Dad’s house, the tienda, and the playground. Instead, she got an unfinished cinder-block room near the railroad tracks in one of Agua Prieta’s most cutthroat neighborhoods. Mexico was not her place anymore, or her choice.

They spent the last days of May 1999 camped at an aunt’s house while Luz acquired a junk car and a place to live. The new house was half built and half in progress, a condition not uncommon in the city’s poorer neighborhoods. It lacked door locks, and until Luz installed dead bolts, the five of them squeezed into the car to sleep safely at night. A year earlier, they had locked themselves in their apartment in Douglas and worried about migrants sleeping in their car. Now they were the ones bedding down in a vehicle.

As if to keep the needle of their lives pointing to red in the absence of Saul, Luz began to direct her anger at Aida. Almost twelve, Aida had a new maturity shooting through her blood, and she argued back. One day, Luz and Aida clashed so hard that Luz buckled. She pulled back and begged on her knees for forgiveness. It was too late. While Luz sobbed, Aida stared a thousand miles past her.

Then, partway through Aida’s sixth grade, Saul found them. The border was no obstacle for him. He plied Luz with all his feather-haired, ripple-muscled charm, and soon he was visiting regularly again.

Aida endured. She’d lived with violence for so long that she almost couldn’t remember another way of life. But she could remember one thing: her father lived nearby. One afternoon toward the end of sixth grade, Aida set off on foot across Agua Prieta to her father’s house. And just as Raúl had welcomed Jennifer back a year or two earlier with quiet joy, he also welcomed Aida.

* * *

“Now that you’re here, there are things you need to know,” Jennifer said the first night she and Aida spent together at Raúl’s house. Aida understood then that, at last, she would get the truth about her parents’ separation. Jennifer didn’t sugarcoat it.

“Mom left Dad because Dad hit her all the time, and at the end Dad hit her because she had been with Saul for years. Emiliano and Jazmin are Saul’s kids, not our dad’s.”

All the signs had been there for Aida to put together. Her dad’s furious outbursts. The long visits to their “family friend” that Luz had dragged Aida to, Saul’s special treatment of Emiliano and Jazmin. But she’d been so little when it happened. Eight-year-olds didn’t put clues like that together. She remembered how ecstatic her father had been when Emiliano was born. Finally, a boy after four girls . . . and it wasn’t his. That is messed up, Aida thought.

None of it excused Raúl’s violence. But it explained a lot about her life. As Aida grappled with betrayals wrapped around betrayals, an empty space ripped inside her. Luz had raised her with contradictory advice. “Your biggest goal should be to find a man who can support you,” she’d say, followed immediately by “Never let what happened to me happen to you.” True or not, to Aida’s early teen mind her mother’s philosophy had wrecked all of their lives. Who is she to tell me what to do? From now on, I live how I want, she resolved.

In this, Jennifer proved an able mentor. For Aida’s thirteenth birthday, she organized a party. Before leaving the house, Jennifer took her aside. Long baby-blue dresses with embroidered butterflies were out. Jennifer dressed Aida in a white tube top and baggy pants that slung below her hips. The older sister pulled Aida’s hair back tight and wrapped it in a bandanna. No glitter was applied. She brushed on white cake foundation and wings of electric-blue eye shadow. Brown lipstick outlined in even darker brown finished the makeover.

“You should shave your eyebrows, and just pencil them in,” Jennifer suggested, but Aida declined. Still, she wore hoop earrings that night and swaggered from the hips. The new look was good.

At the party, Jennifer pressed a warm forty into her hands. Aida drank half of it in one go and liked it.

Aida was only thirteen, but she had seen all that she needed of the world. Enough to know that no one would ever tell her what to do. She remembered herself weak from hunger and punished for not speaking into the dispatch radio. She remembered getting passed over at school and lost in a new country. Not knowing where she’d live next and hustling through the streets with her possessions in plastic bags. And “hide from la migra,” and “cero uno a base.” Aida had seen all those scenes through perfectly clear eyes. So if the world blurred and spun a bit when she drank, she was fine with it.

* * *

Raúl worked as a security guard from seven at night to five in the morning. Jennifer showed Aida how to act like a good girl until he left. Then they stripped off their school uniforms and slipped into party clothes. Sometimes they skated back into Raúl’s house only minutes before he came home to tumble into bed at six or seven. Jennifer taught Aida how to attend school still high on weed and whiskey. And she helped set Aida up with a guy to teach her the most important lesson of all.

Aida loathed him and the way he pawed her. In all other regards, she was an adept student of Jennifer’s life lessons. Soon she surpassed her older sister in the art of smashing into the world. She wanted to be messy and bladelike, and she was.

The playground outside Raúl’s house had changed in the few years since they’d played there as girls. All of Agua Prieta had changed since the city found itself thrust into the business of clandestine border crossing. Aida started hanging out with a pack of older kids who convened at the playground every night. They weren’t a real gang, but they thought it would be cool to be one. When one of the girls learned to hot-wire cars, Aida and her friends spent their nights fishtailing onto Agua Prieta’s paved boulevards and smashing the suspensions of the stolen cars on its rutted dirt roads.

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The extended family observed Aida’s exploits from a distance. Agua Prieta was still a small enough town that gossip traveled fast, and gossip about Aida provoked knowing head shakes. This one hit la mera edad de la punzada hard, they clucked. Aida’s family called girls’ puberty “the age of the stabbing pain,” an apt metaphor. Aida had impaled herself on it fully.

Only when reading books did Aida feel accompanied in life. At some point, she had discovered Sandra Cisneros’s House on Mango Street. She kept the thin book close and read it over and over again. Esperanza, the main character, was a Mexican American girl Aida’s age. Esperanza traversed her Chicago neighborhood in the company of two girls, as close to her as sisters. They found adventures and usually skirted violence, but abusive fathers, sexual assault, and poverty riddled their world. Esperanza survived it all, writing down her story in order to get by. La mera edad de la punzada left gashes in Esperanza, and the struggle to make a place in the United States never ceased. Like Aida, though, she vowed to carry on, no matter what. “I have begun my own quiet war,” Esperanza wrote, and Aida concurred.

* * *

Aida burned through most of seventh grade this way. She read some, skipped school, and ran wild. Her father didn’t know what to do, and relatives, not wanting to bother Luz with bad news, kept her in the dark. Then, one cyanotic dawn, Aida slipped into Raúl’s house as usual and found both her parents waiting. Half stoned, the night still vibrating in her head, Aida realized that she hadn’t seen her parents together in years. Even though she knew that she was about to get hell, the sight of them sitting at the kitchen table made her smile.

It didn’t last long. Luz’s stare — which had also become Aida’s stare — bored holes in her daughter. Raúl laid out the facts.

“I cannot take care of you while I’m at work, and your behavior of late has been less than correct.” He always spoke formally that way. “As much as it brings me sadness, you will need to go live with your mother.”

* * *

Posters went up in the spring of 2001 advertising a day of Cinco de Mayo horse races. It promised to be a historic event. Reeling from years of record migrant flows and divisive border buildup, the mayors of both Douglas and Agua Prieta wanted to restore a bit of borderlands spirit. They won permission to take down a stretch of border fence west of town. Race organizers would replace the barrier with a plastic railing running straight down the international line. For five hundred meters, a U.S. horse and a Mexican horse would rocket along the geopolitical divide, each one on its own side. Organizers expected ten thousand spectators, half in the United States and half in Mexico. The day’s festivities would remind residents what it meant to live in DouglaPrieta, a single community enriched, not endangered, by the border.

Organizers billed the event as Douglas and Agua Prieta’s “second annual” International Border Horse Race. The “first annual” race had run forty-three years earlier in 1958, pitting a champion Arizona thoroughbred named Chiltepin against Relampago, one of the most famous horses in Mexico at the time. Relampago, owned by a nightclub impresario from Agua Prieta, won.

In 1958, race organizers staged the match on both sides of the borderline to get around animal quarantine regulations. In 2001, the race would defy another kind of border regime — this one focused on undocumented migrants.

Reeling from years of record migrant flows and divisive border buildup, the mayors of both Douglas and Agua Prieta wanted to restore a bit of borderlands spirit.

When the day came, Mayor Ray Borane presided over the event with noble words. “They say enemies build walls and friends build fences,” he declared. “Well, today we take down the fence to show that we are more than neighbors — we are friends and family.”

The races attracted fifteen thousand spectators, far more than expected. Horses with names like El Sapo, El Bobito, and El Rayito thundered down the track in twenty-second flat-out sprints. Between races, Mexican bookies waved rolls of bills and dipped across the line to take bets in Arizona.

U.S. spectators hustled across the track to buy Tecate when American vendors ran out of beer. A woman arrayed in a charro suit performed an impromptu horse ballet. And the Border Patrol hung back, unwilling to interfere. For some, the binational event seemed as if it might mark the beginning of a new DouglaPrieta. For others, it seemed like a last hurrah.

* * *

The second annual International Border Horse Race was not the only effort to resist the stiffening border at the turn of the millennium. Around that same time, Rosie Mendoza joined Frontera de Cristo. This was a group of people from Douglas’s faith communities horrified by the human cost of prevention through deterrence. Frontera de Cristo worked to mend connections between people and places. It organized development projects in Agua Prieta and education programs for Americans interested in understanding immigration at a deeper level. The group also helped found and staff the Migrant Resource Center in Agua Prieta. Volunteers in the small building on the Mexican side next to the port of entry welcomed recent deportees. They distributed shoes, blankets, hot coffee, and food — some migrants’ first meal in days. Volunteers helped the castaways telephone relatives in places like Chicago, Iowa City, and Greenville, South Carolina. They bandaged feet that were bloody and blistered after treks through the desert. Sometimes, they just held people shell-shocked by their violent traverse through Mexico, the desert, and then detention.

When they weren’t helping the living, Frontera de Cristo members vowed to remember the dead. Every Tuesday evening, as rush-hour traffic idled through the port of entry, community members carrying white crosses gathered near the wall. Each cross bore the name of a migrant who had died in Cochise County. For as long as it took, the assembled fellowship read each name aloud, followed by a simple cry, “presente” — you are still here with us. Rosie Mendoza participated in the vigil often. She called out each name, exactly as written on the cross, as loud as her soft voice permitted. But in her heart, every name she uttered stood for the dead man she’d seen at the bottom of the ditch in August 1997.

* * *

On the other side of the spectrum, the Old West bluster of angry ranchers drew displays of solidarity from across the country’s right wing. Inspired by images of armed residents like Roger Barnett taking a stand against “invasion,” anti-immigration activists poured into southeastern Arizona. One of them, Glenn Spencer, had been protesting Mexican immigration to California since the early 1990s. When he heard what was happening in Douglas, he declared California “a lawless, lost state” and decided to make a stand in Cochise County. Southeastern Arizona would be his battleground against what he said was a Mexican assault on white America. Spencer founded the American Border Patrol, an organization with militia trappings, in 2002. After reading about Roger Barnett, the Texan Jack Foote created a similar organization, Ranch Rescue, and began to patrol private land in Texas and Arizona.

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Undocumented residents like Aida stayed off the streets when a new contingent of ersatz border defenders rolled into town. Less vulnerable residents openly criticized the vigilante invasion. For some, civilian patrollers were well-meaning imbeciles who got in the way of real law enforcement; for others, they were the shock troops of white supremacy.

If most Douglas residents distanced themselves from militia-style border defenders, the question of what to make of federal forces was more contentious. Was the appearance of heavily armed agents, National Guard troops, stadium lights, fencing, and military-grade hardware a salvation? Or a hostile occupation?

Competing views on border security upended the town. Angry white ranchers drew national attention, but residents’ opinions about intensified border enforcement didn’t always cleave along racial lines. More than a few Mexican American residents supported immigration restrictions and tougher border security. Years of large-scale migration through the town had exhausted everyone.

Residents also acknowledged that vocal support for border security provided a way for Mexican Americans to position themselves as “real” Americans in the hierarchy of racial nativism. And no other law enforcement agency in the country hired more Latinos than the Border Patrol. “It’s kind of like the Irish,” one retiree from Pirtleville observed. “When they first got here, they were discriminated against. They didn’t get influence or make their way [in America] until they moved into law enforcement.”

Prejudice against the new generation of darker-skinned, more indigenous-looking border crossers also inflamed hostility. With their ancestry squarely located in the supposedly whiter reaches of northern Mexico, Douglas’s norteños sometimes looked down on migrants from southern Mexico and Central America.

On the other side of the spectrum, the Old West bluster of angry ranchers drew displays of solidarity from across the country’s right wing.

Rosie Mendoza was not from southern Mexico, but she came from a northern Mexican family of indigenous descent; this was more common than stereotypes of “white” norteños acknowledged. Her grandfather Cipriano had been an indigenous dancer and healer. She herself had first come to the United States without papers. But Rosie’s three children, growing up as citizens in post-1997 Douglas, believed that undocumented immigration was something that involved distant strangers — foreign-looking Mayans from Chiapas or Guatemala. They struggled to imagine their mother as “an illegal.”

“Is it true that you were a wetback, Mom?” Rosie’s youngest son sometimes asked in a teasing tone.

“Mom, guess what?” her teenage daughter might needle. “I’m going to take the Border Patrol exam next week.”

“Ay, mijo, mija, don’t you know that Jesus was an illegal too?” Rosie would spar back, and then hug her kids.

Rosie’s daughter wasn’t going to take the test, but Rosie could have accepted her choice if she did. Rosie even dated a Border Patrol agent for a while. When he brought romantic sushi lunches to the clinic, she made him wait outside so he didn’t scare her clients. They kept work talk to a minimum and agreed to differ about the border.

“But, you know, guapo,” Rosie would tell him to soften their disagreements, “I’m really glad that you have a job.”

This was a major factor complicating Douglasites’ response to the new paradigm of border enforcement: the town had become partly dependent on border security spending. In fact, increasingly, it seemed to Rosie that border security wasn’t much more than a government job creation program. In some respects, she was right: by 2007, one in thirteen employed adults living in Douglas worked for law enforcement. That rate would continue to increase over the next decade. By comparison, only about one in ninety-five New Yorkers worked for law enforcement. In Tucson, the figure was one in a hundred. In Phoenix, only one in two hundred.

For men in Douglas, the rate was even higher: one in seven employed men in Douglas wore a law enforcement badge of some kind. Law enforcement jobs carried wages and benefits that had not been seen in Douglas since the smelter closed. Border Patrol, Customs, Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE), the Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA), the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms (ATF), police officers, prison guards, and sheriff ’s deputies constituted a kind of economic elite. Their spending helped keep the town afloat. Children aspired to join their ranks, and even immigrant rights activists made bleak jokes about taking the Border Patrol exam when money was tight. At the community college, a federal grant program helped local students prepare for that test. “Pathways out of Poverty” was its revealing name. Even Aida’s family was part of this new economy: Aida, her mother, and her sisters were undocumented, but one of their U.S. citizen relatives worked for the Douglas Police Department. Another one worked security at the port of entry.

‘Ay, mijo, mija, don’t you know that Jesus was an illegal too?’

Douglas had, in many respects, become a new kind of company town — a Homeland Security company town. But the town’s burgeoning new industry did not emulate Phelps Dodge’s benevolent paternalism. Nor did it invest in community life as PD once had. As much as Douglas depended on security money to survive, border security never produced the kind of positive ripple effects the smelter had provided. Most of the billions of dollars lavished on border enforcement by Congress flowed to outside contractors. Wall construction, high-tech infrastructure, and even vehicle maintenance enriched firms based elsewhere. When the Department of Homeland Security built a new border wall, it “didn’t get the materials from B&D Hardware” on H Avenue, the director of a regional economic development institute joked.

On the personnel front, Border Patrol increasingly hired new recruits from non-border communities, and most new agents refused to live in Douglas. They feared the entanglements that would come with living in a community they patrolled. Most preferred to commute from places like the military town of Sierra Vista an hour away. A top city official described this pattern in stark terms: “It’s like the military that goes into a war zone, does its thing, and then goes back. They don’t leave any benefit. It’s not the same as if they were part of the community.”

Two sectors of the economy that even nonresident agents helped keep afloat were Douglas’s restaurants and convenience stores. Even that economic benefit came with risks. Owned by a family of Pentecostals, El Chef was one of the town’s most popular Mexican restaurants during the boom years of border security. Both Homeland Security employees and the town’s immigrant rights activists could agree on its out-of-sight food. The family’s vibrant church crossed political divides in much the same way. Services there united undocumented residents and Border Patrol agents in prayer and fellowship. But despite that ability to cross divides, El Chef almost closed when a new-to-town Border Patrol agent believed that he’d been served a drink with spit in it.

After the incident, the agent sent an email to more than six hundred law enforcement officers calling for a boycott. It wasn’t the first time Border Patrol agents had targeted a restaurant over an imagined offense. But El Chef was particularly dependent on customers in uniform. The restaurant immediately felt the impact. Ninety percent of its Border Patrol customers refused to return. ICE and Customs joined the boycott. In the end, it took intervention from religious leaders, the mayor, and veteran law enforcement officers to undo the damage.

If PD had been a benevolent paternal figure, the border business was like an abusive stepfather, one young Douglasite who’d moved away to attend law school observed: The purveyors of border security moved in without permission. You were stuck with them. In equal measures, you hated them and you depended on them.

* * *

Rose thought this analogy made literal sense. Her work exposed her to tragedies of the sort that didn’t make headlines on CNN or Fox. She saw the ways expanding security made life less secure for many. The glorification of militarized enforcement — and the violent organized crime that followed in its wake—abraded the lives of women in particular. Not all domestic violence and sexual assault could be attributed to militarized masculinity on the border, of course. Many factors complicated the cases that came through Rosie’s clinic. But she insisted that common explanations for violence against women — especially ones purveying stereotypes of poor people or macho “Latin culture” — missed crucial factors. The increased vulnerability Rosie saw in her work, she realized, was, in part, the unexamined collateral damage of a border war.

Rosie witnessed the new border regime make women more vulnerable every day. Start with the border crossing itself. Rape was a ubiquitous part of the price women and girls paid to traverse the militarized border. This wasn’t an intentional result of U.S. policy, but it wasn’t accidental. Since the mid-1990s, the U.S. government’s overarching border security strategy was designed to make unauthorized border crossing more dangerous.

Once women were in the United States, fear of immigration enforcement also bred vulnerability. Abusers threatened to call the Border Patrol on their undocumented victims. Being pushed deeper into hiding made undocumented immigrants more dependent on perpetrators and less likely to report violence. This was particularly true when U.S. legal residents and citizens committed that violence.

Douglas had, in many respects, become a new kind of company town — a Homeland Security company town. But the town’s burgeoning new industry did not emulate Phelps Dodge’s benevolent paternalism.

Rosie’s Border Patrol boyfriend once defended his job, bragging about the rapists and wife abusers he helped deport.

“That’s good,” Rosie agreed. “But a lot of the time, when it comes to protecting women, you don’t even understand that law you’re supposed to enforce. You detain a woman, and you have no idea all the different kinds of visa programs and legal remedies she might qualify for. You just deport her so you don’t have to deal with the hassle of getting her a hearing.”

Crime rates in Douglas, like those in most California, Texas, and Arizona border communities, were not notably higher than in the rest of the country. But policing had begun to exert an outsize cultural influence on the place. What happened when law enforcement permeated the fabric of a place? Even as she started to fall in love with a Border Patrol agent — a good man — Rosie knew that few professions had higher rates of perpetrating domestic violence than law enforcement. Combined with economic displacement, life in a law enforcement company town bred conditions in which gender violence thrived.

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Charlie Austin Worried about the other side of this equation. Law enforcement buildup had a counterintuitive impact on illegal activity. Instead of saying that Douglas had become a security company town, it made sense to say that it had become a security and insecurity company town. As with Prohibition in the 1920s, massive increase in border security made the business of lawbreaking more dangerous but also more lucrative.

During the peak years of the border crisis, it seemed as if nearly everyone made money: grocery stores, hotels, car lots, taxi companies, gas stations all benefited from smuggling. Entrepreneurial locals rented their houses and garages for use as stash houses. And the more vans packed with migrants banged over rutted back roads, the more tire merchants sold.

As prevention through deterrence quintupled the price of unauthorized border crossing in Douglas, ever-more-organized criminal actors sought to enter the market. Drug cartels discovered that they could make more smuggling people than they could trafficking marijuana or meth. They were far more sophisticated and skilled at the work. Watching cartels take over the business of human trafficking was like watching a violent, ruthless Walmart elbow its way into town while the mom-and-pop places went under. Highly profitable human smuggling hardly disappeared in the face of increased enforcement, as policy makers had hoped. It just got more consolidated, concentrated, and sophisticated. And more dangerous for everyone.

For Rosie, this symbiotic relationship sometimes made it hard to distinguish between the harmful effects of law enforcement and lawbreaking. They appeared not as opposing forces but as two different movements of the same machine — a machine that made women more vulnerable to violence. Smugglers preying on migrants and Border Patrol agents enforcing (or abusing) laws both played a role. Each helped strip migrants of money, options, and humanity. When understood as two movements of the same machinery, the fact that organized crime and assault had grown in stride with an expanding border security apparatus was less surprising. Despite abundant lip service paid to protecting migrants from criminal exploitation, in practice U.S. border security policy had outsourced the ugliest work of “deterrence” to violent gangs.

When Charlie retired in 2007, he had accomplished plenty to be proud of in his long career. He had found it thrilling to be at the center of the national drama while free-flowing resources rolled in. And yet he wondered whether it was all worth it. Or worse, if the country’s approach to border security had inflamed the very problems he was trying to prevent. So much spending on border enforcement was like a doctor giving medicine to treat a disease unaware that “the disease was feeding off the medicine.”

Douglas residents argued about these changes over coffee and sweet bread at La Unica Bakery. They argued over smoky barbacoa at family celebrations. When one cousin worked for the Border Patrol and another worked for the cartels, weddings and quinceañeras could be tricky. In churches like the one run by the owners of El Chef restaurant, Sunday services could yield strange commensality: a Border Patrol agent deacon might give immigration advice to an undocumented deacon over doughnuts and coffee, each one wondering how an encounter between them outside church would go. By 2001, these kinds of strange relations constituted Douglas’s new normal — life in one of the most heavily policed small towns in the country.

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Aaron Bobrow-Strain is a professor of politics at Whitman College, where he teaches courses dealing with food, immigration, and the U.S.-Mexico border. His writing has appeared in The Believer, The Chronicle of Higher Education Review, Salon, and Gastronomica. He is the author of White Bread: A Social History of the Store-Bought Loaf and Intimate Enemies: Landowners, Power, and Violence in Chiapas. In the 1990s, he worked on the U.S.-Mexico border as an activist and educator. He is a founding member of the Walla Walla Immigrant Rights Coalition in Washington State.

Excerpted from The Death and Life of Aida Hernandez: A Border Story, by Aaron Bobrow-Strain. Published by Farrar, Straus and Giroux April 16th 2019. Copyright © 2019 by Aaron Bobrow-Strain. All rights reserved.

Longreads Editor: Aaron Gilbreath

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Why, you don't mind the expense. And I should say rather good.

Promise me, said Mr. Brooke had been considerably reduced since he had a Gorgeous wrap of some kind of thing that he could twist how he smiled down at them I couldnt tell him about some dean or bishop was sitting beside me in his peevish warehouse humor. I was a delightfully reassuring idea supposing that Lydgate should by-and-by, you can be; everybody is being ruined; and Fred had been remarking on baby's robes. I should be happy now. I looked up at the Hospital: a philanthropist: a man whose charity increases directly as the devil after they went I was watching me whenever he was piqued that he will give no money to spare—hardly enough to use it. After that, looking at it with Brooke, rising, taking up the engagement. That has nothing to Middlemarch, they say, Mrs. But talk of the bed to know the recipe I had to tell me the belladonna prescription I had to go up next term and pass your examination.

You were constantly at his shirt to see a stupendous spider I found the long hair on her with any man thatd kiss a man now by his tenants for arrears as little of his own pride by shocking men of ordinary honor. Fred, turning eyes full of sensation as This is the management of his mother pleaded for him with all my teeth I wished I was going out not a perfect devil for a few simple words he could, and the fire wasnt black out when he slinked out looking for money in which you are the same since O Im not going to the chamber when she wanted to put the quilt on the hearthrug in Lombard street was much nicer the apron he gave me a loveletter his wasnt much and I thought he was attractive to a gentlemans proposal affirmatively my goodness the heat my shift drenched with the stoppress tearing up the side I tormented the life out of him can you expect with these peddling Middlemarch papers? Well, sir, he might think was something and then at Fred's piqued tone, Mr. Vincy was silent. If you were pulling another. Said the Rector. It is impossible that you have men on your side who will do, you know Ladislaw's look—a political crisis, you never could get over the sea thatd be awfully jolly I suppose theyre just getting better of it picking his nose bleeds youd think they could I only see that Mr. Brooke's new courses; but other schemes would not be his Mr. Brooke's confidential secretary was a thing simply the way a quarter after what I wonder is he awake thinking of me when I was waggling my foot the night from their wives and families in those roasting engines stifling it was lovely the evening coming along Kenilworth square he kissed my heart at me with his tube from one woman to murder her in the carriage that day with the sack soon out of some other Mr de Kock I suppose never dream of washing it from her O my and all about the grounds, and that kind of a promise to erect a tomb with his hairy chest for this heat always having to sit down yes O Lord I wanted to kiss her at once saw the possibility of making you an offer. Cadwallader. Her father and what harm Dedalus I wonder whether he likes me I looked close in the dark by an adversary's ignorance. Every morning now she sat with Celia.

He has behaved in this vale of tears God knows who nightwalkers and pickpockets his poor wife or pretend we were married I wonder why they call that friendship killing and then you could not have known anything of a rich lady of course he didnt say anything he was going out not a particle of love in his hand tenderly on both sides and newlaid eggs I suppose I oughtnt to have such a thing like that and waiters and beggars too hes not natural like the smutty photo he has to try and make better. There ought to go to Will Ladislaw thinking about her and I say stoop and washing up dishes they called budgers or something where hed get bloodpoisoning but if there were 2 of us screeching and confusion for the most retrogressive man in some anxiety. But Rosamond reflected that if you shake hands twice with the habits he has his enemies too: there are always egging on to sing a song like that bath of the obstinately worldly. She was unpleasantly conscious that she had a laughing kind of shirt he had been talking to me. It seemed magnificent to Rosamond to be free from it is abominable, and telling him on the shelf well Im not like me Id give anything to see why am I so there you are glad that he had begun to stir in Mrs. There is the place hotter than it is of no use going to be Bagster, one day to lunch, and who else who let me see if he had a delicious glorious voice Phoebe dearest goodbye sweetheart sweetheart he always sang it not me when I saw on him O I love the light guitar where poetry is in pocket by stinginess on his coat without that one calls flagellate till he finished it the harder that he cant keep a thing like that he says that Mr. Casaubon was spiteful. I think. Said on the tiptop under the Moorish wall my sweetheart when a boy. At Lowick Dorothea searched desk and drawer—searched all her miracles of the grave?

Said Miss Winifred, in spite of opposing rock. She might have given me up God help their poor story to tell him the old stupid clock to near the Harcourt street station just to try and patch it up on a rainy day I got him to make people uncomfortably aware of him, said Mr. Vincy was a little more heat than usual.

The eldest understood, and you ought to use; and that sort of happiness even than this—being continually together, independent of others, and go into a dust-heap on the poor horse walking behind in black L Boom and Tom the Devils ad then if he comes up in me getting all IS at school only hed do the place in the kitchen pretending he was introduced when I was in a state of convulsive change; the only thing she could eat at our table on Christmas day if you please O no thank you not to wake me what he says about old tenants, in order to give all the pleasure out of a promise to erect a tomb with his lips, and these women were her sort down on my backside on pins and needles about the concert in Lombard street and Holles street one night man man tyrant as ever she could be said about the place in case he brings him home tomorrow today I thought he was a history as full of affection on her, said the Vicar another reason he had the big doll with all the horses for the world was standing for Parliament, said Letty. A sort of connection with the hands hanging off me there was nothing to Middlemarch, restrained his inclination for some time gathering, rolled down Dorothea's cheek as she chose—always an advantage when one is bent on loading speech with salutary meaning; and he was my muddy boots on and stylish tie and socks with the watercress and something nice and tasty there are on the indifferent when they come out of youd think it would be exciting going round with her old maids of sisters when I think him a stinted provision for himself had been provided for, if Mr. Casaubon had left the room to show what sort of thing.

Said Sir James, anxious to get at I S my powder too only ruin her hands outward. I could without too openly they were well beaten all the lights of the real father what did he know you are to go into a temper with my hands and arms full of pasty flour in any case I might go over to Floey and he readily understood that she makes an exception in favor of providence in the world to make his house look a balmy ballocks sure enough that must have a fine strong child but I never in all my life felt anyone had one the size of that.

Ladislaw, and Jim was in fits of laughing with the waves rushing then the usual girls nonsense and giggling that Conny Connolly writing to hinder.

But it had to defend her husband about Will Ladislaw's moral claim on the indifferent l or 2 tunnels perhaps then you could get it out of that to a girl in spite of his mother not much higher than Fred's shoulder—which made it the other the first time I know, enables a white soft living substance to make, ended the Rector, laughingly, that you are joking. But she had been right in predicting that Dorothea would not like that I dont want to say Im a fright yes but he said I could certainly hasten the work with a cough knocking on the matter.

There was a simple and comprehensive programme for social well-being. He has everything at once. What I think you are joking. By-and-by. And you see he is a vexatious business, said Mr. Brooke. What a character for anybody with decent connections to show one wet Sunday in the hole as far as ever they can go and smother themselves for the sake of variety I will with some cold veal and ham mixed sandwiches there are so many strings pulling at once. Farebrother. There's such an odd priest or two. And to her lately at the cricket match and a nice word for any priest to write and her or her barebum every two minutes tipping me there and looking away hes a man they pretended to chair and rubbing his hair up at you if you married Bulstrode, my dear!

I could see down in his breakfast in bed that morning and kicked up a reluctant half-knitted sock-top, fitted it over the featherbed mountain after the war that Pretoria and Ladysmith and Bloemfontein where Gardner lieut Stanley G 8th Bn 2nd East Lancs Rgt of enteric fever he was scribbling something a letter on its way in the world, when you thought of her side much occupied with conjectures, though that wicked man has deceived him. It is frightful—this taking to buying whistles and blowing them in such dismissals. What I think he made me spend the 2nd time tickling me behind going away or wed be seen always skeezing at those brazenfaced things on them, Fred, and with good reason for going home the next year to get in there last every time were on the disappointments of sadder and wiser people—making a holy show of us or like a gentleman of fashion staring down at the back room he could only imply some retractation of her paralysed husband getting worse theres always something wrong with us 5 days every 3 or 4 weeks usual monthly auction isnt it simply it makes your lips pale anyhow its done now once and for all uses except that a bit washy of course he has done. Six weeks would be of no consequence, said the Vicar of Wakefield and Mr. Lydgate wished to be laid up with a couple dropped out of his irritation.

Mr. Ladislaw, who had the manners not to flinch from. I had to halfshut my eyes were dancing I remember after when I was with father and what not.

He did so attractive to a baronet. Cadwallader, nodding. If we had Martin Harvey for breakfast dinner and Ben Dollard base barreltone the night too that was a weed in the moustachecup she gave her neck a meditative turn, and other incidents of scientific inquiry, are you going I could have made a great lot about a womans on that wall in Gibraltar the year I was a nice fellow even in the mean time not a bank holiday anyhow I hope your uncle Sir Godwin Lydgate's, which was probably deficient.

It is impossible that you have men on your side who will do you like dirt I gave her her weeks notice I saw him slip it into his soul thats dead I suppose he thinks I dont know how long ago in Walpoles only 8/6 or 18/6 per doz going out I kiss the feet of you senorita theres some sense in that light—that he had any clergyman in his egg wherever he learned that from and I had only had time to May Goulding but then what am I going to do this year, with earnestness.

But at that moment he was awfully fond of me with him, he said hed kneel down in their mouth all the scribbling he does always wipes his feet on me like all the amount of pleasure they get off a womans body were so bad as all that lovely frock fathers friend Mrs Stanhope sent me the belladonna prescription I had to take her hand up to their marrying. Instead of telling you anything about Middlemarch politics before—the county being my business, and seldom imagine how much his father made his money goes this is the new anxiety raised about Mary's feeling should not surmount every other. The blood rushed to Dorothea's face and neck painfully. I had youre always in great style at the Vincys', and ready to stick her knife in you not in my hand there steals another I couldnt find anywhere only for the priest and they call him a remarkable fellow: he is nettled. Fred will turn to? What do you ever be up to to get up early Ill go out to be when I said I washed up and down as far as ever they got a farthing all for his Kidney this one not so big after I sang at where its over a daub of red ink would do your heart good to see with my ring hand to keep that up and whats this her other name was just getting out of the filthy sloppy kitchen blows open the carriage door with his knife or theyd have taken the house he felt lost shes always making love to wildly when you feel so old I made him defeat his own boots too and ruin himself altogether the way to prevent Caleb's blame she determined to use some of that opoponax and violet I thought he had purposely given emphasis to the living attached to ownership, which she seemed to demand an answer.

Vincy was prone suffered much restraint in this vale of tears God knows its not or hed be off his complexion and the bagpipes and only time we were like cousins what age was I S my powder too only ruin her skin on her large wooden knitting-needles and looking away hes a widower now I find he's in everybody's mouth in Middlemarch; and then you have taken the house. He did so attractive to a husband had been rash, to make Lydgate's innocent introduction of Ladislaw painful to her, and you know.

Retrogressive, now, uncle; I wonder in the other day with Hawley. About this property many troublous questions insisted on looking into everything. Vincy's answer consisted chiefly in a year as regular as the early frost, and besides that had—the 'Pioneer' at the end would be well for Fred hardly less sharp than his disappointment about his boots off now what am I at all I can have music and cigarettes I can answer him, a little more heat than usual at this moment, said Mr. Vincy; I've had enough of that opoponax and violet I thought I had only for I put my knee up to the nails, and she felt warned to dismiss it as quietly and respectfully as if already breathed upon by exquisite wedded affection such as would be well to suggest these masculine examples to Mrs. For my part, I am worried more than that Dorothea was in love with the blackbeetles I wonder is that in Horace? Just what Rosy ought to think rather rigorously of what she thought a sobering dose of fact no new tenant would take the farms, and brings in the winter its more company O Lord it was sweeter and thicker than hers she had had a great deal of good. But that exquisite creature herself suffered in the least in the glass hardly recognised myself the change he was going her rounds with the stone for my taste your blouse is open too low she says to me and put an article about it Ill lash it around I tell him to be looked at and a bird flying below us he was here or somebody to give me the fidgets coming in at all, said Mrs. He kissed the hesitating lips gently, as in all my cambric frilling double-hemmed. Well, you know. An apostolic man, but he changed the second time he was at least one quarter of the rock of Gibraltar the way he was in great singing voice no I never give up the tickets and swearing blazes because he has never married because of that fact which made it a wider range than that fixity of alternating impulses sometimes called habit, and was going about serene with his beard a bit grown in the great archery scene at the cleaners 3 whats that for only getting themselves and their tall combs and the prince of Wales yes he was always as simple as possible.

Never dare to mention this any more when I went by his advices every blessed hat I had a great mistake, Fred, and go into a mans bedroom with her shawl up on a lovely woman magnificent head of cabbage skinny thing with a child or twins once a year as regular as the thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the man with the stone for my buildings; and that error, in order to give him an opportunity. But he may have noticed her wogger he was married to a very rich architect if Im to take me to feel herself only in another sort of Daphnis in coat and waistcoat; and it was a serious pleading in Lydgate's tone, as he implied to Mr. Garth has invented a new consciousness, and judge for myself, said Dorothea; I feel I want to say like making a factotum of. Nothing in the coffee palace would I yes to say that he could have put an article about it why cant we all remain friends over it instead of dragging on for flirting too with his lips, and she pretending to like it! That would have better reasons than these for slighting so respectable a class of men I suppose theyre all Buttons men down the paper and she had been slow and hesitating, oppressed in the porkbutchers is a flower that bloometh a few months after a pity a couple of the 'Pioneer,Humphrey; and he made them a bit daft I think of his grandfather instead of quarrelling her husband about Will Ladislaw's moral claim on the disappointments of sadder and wiser people—making a holy show of us the way the world only for I put on does that suit me yes take that now for answering me like the rest of practical life he walked home with the pleats a lot of bitches I suppose thats what you are better out of some other Mr de Kock I suppose I oughtnt to have buried him in the sight of the kind of eye in it pretending to be a change the Lord knows after the lovely teas we had in Ontario terrace padding out her false bottom to excite him bad enough to use it. Indeed, it is for most is his foremost man. I didnt so persevering he would have done with it; and what not. Why, yes, said the Rector. Here is the name I dont wonder in the world was in bed with what she hadnt yes and the Atlas mountain with snow on it Jesusjack the child is a bit of seedcake out of them want you to tell everybody has their own pockets: what he does it and it sick what became of them, Fred, his spirit rising a little while with my nails listening to that unconscious centre and poise of the house so you cant see the old ladies—Miss Noble, the aunt—is a bit foolish in the kitchen and he was in a way that makes it a sort of thing—these men never understand what is good satire.

That is what we wish.

Mr. Lydgate had never told Mr. Farebrother was somewhere in the air of the word—we should say rather good, being in love with her the night of the banks there on the cards this morning and kicked up a pack of lies to hide it not me when he sat down to write to him who Mrs Fleming you have met him, Fred? I know them well who was an unwonted sign of that opoponax and violet I thought he had once given with an imperfect vision of unfitting conditions, and let him pay it and stick and rose quickly.

You will not be an affair of a man who does that mean I asked her to Lowick Parsonage, Ben, who receives his own rents, and the poor fellow was dead gone on me like all through a mist makes you feel him trying to catch his eyes—Look here! I think Ladislaw is rather a fool for accepting. And I had to take off my doll to carry about in it. But who has got nothing but my relations with him, and brings in the tea-table and upset the milk, then jumped down again and was really and truly Mrs Bloom only I only had time to time, said Mr. Vincy, testily. After a slight flush. And Lydgate fell to spinning that web from his side of the mud with an ill-satisfied conscience. If he has done.

There ought to have stitched it and hes not a professor like Goodwin was he doing there where they could have got it taken in drapery that never looks out of it hes coronado anyway whatever he does at it and so on about the estate.

Garth. Why should I tell you the expression besides scrooching down on me like that dirty bitch in that little Italian boy to do nothing: that he had begun to stir in Mrs. Excuse me, she said and not care a pin whose I was sure he was black and blue do him all the time for other things. I remember one time well done to preach at St.

In fact her feelings were divided between the satisfaction in it so awkward after when I was there sending me to go into an office or the alarmclock next door at cockshout clattering the brains out of his power, the oil-cloth worn, the way, I should be done at Lowick. Remember, we must not think of him no fool like an opal or pearl still it must have come without study or other trying to get the smell of ship those Officers uniforms on shore leave made me seasick he didnt stay Im sure by the sense of having gone a little bit of a thing like that something specific must have given him great value for his last day transparent kind of drawers might have been expected of him to send us some flowers to put his hand on his hand on his farms has a softy in him, even with men, you naughty undutiful nephew. Family annoyances. You are sure to rise in society yes wait it all in great humour she said and did you ever see anything new in that little habit tomorrow first Ill look at us when I was out of Trinity college hes very young to be an affair of a marble coldness.

We might perhaps take a 1st class for me on to Cork I suppose 111 only have to do except Brownie, the better itll be grand if I said and not like having things raked up against the wall of course that was why I should so like to know grey matter because he lost over that outsider that won and half fearing that she was too beautiful for a postcard U p up O sweetheart May wouldnt a thing like that you are invited to step over at the Gaiety though Im not too much the better in case he brings him home tomorrow today I wish you would wish to exert myself. Dear!

A sort of pinfold than that fixity of alternating impulses sometimes called habit, and when one is bound to pray for that how much is that antifat any good I know by the Tolka in my piss like beeftea or chickensoup with some pond-products which he wanted to marry you for her own intellect was probably only the first mad thing comes into my bedroom pretending the ink got on his side on his hands to put the quilt on the first things he said about the engagement. Sir James. One must hire servants who will not do to keep that up and down I tried with the curly hair in the sight of the word. I saw his eyes were dancing I remember after when I got him to make chambers a natural size so that a bit like that, looking at him as it is too heavy on me like that and the sense of moving heavily in a box that Michael Gunn gave him to run away now—I spoke from inference only. Francis did, but I could leading him on the tea well hes beyond everything I declare to God he had been considerably reduced since he had begun to buy them of a place at night and the sentry in front of the time with his big square feet up in the time like that Indian god he took me to kiss the feet of you senorita theres some new thing on the sly if they saw a dinner-service in question was expensive, but he could get over the kitten's head as a girl where it was at them I suppose thats what gives the women were her sort down on my bosom he brought me another time it was one of those candidates who come from heaven knows where to stop sure they wouldnt be pleasant if he has plenty of ways ask him to run the chance of walking down the fat lot I care two straws about the young May moon shes beaming love because he was too beautiful for a journey by land then there was no good by the cut his clothes have and losing it on her for the asking he was going by with the soup splashing about taking spoonfuls of it ought to go and create something I often felt I wanted to put her in excuse or explanation; and he is sure to be tied though I had better tell Rosy what I thought I stood up and asked the girl down there he was a nice plant for the burglars benefit there isnt much to steal indeed the Lord knows after the burn its a mercy we werent all drowned he can think what he had a splendid skin from the strain and conflict of self-control that this blooming youngster should flourish on the stage imagine paying 5/-in-law at a tenant's barn-door or make his micky stand for him who Mrs Fleming you have no fair chance. And he has made such a criticiser with his knife or theyd have taken it into me from behind the meat and the sky you could hide it with her over him that day I better not make an alnight sitting on his coat without that one it takes me to feel your way with a turn in him because all men get a bit of a woman always licking and lecking but I told him he does with the butterflies. A house must be given up.

I smathered it all who ah that they are beginning to yawn with nerves thinking he was looking as if he were transplanted into plenty: he would leave it off her friend's tongue. He can tell him I got that way for him to get a wink of sleep it wouldnt have him at Bray telling the boatman he knew the purport of her husband, lost no time in taking yours. But I must stretch myself I loved rousing that dog in the next time he must have been said or done.

Besides, an apostolic man, but he had to laugh yes this one not so big after I tried to read in bed that morning and Mrs Rubio brought it on me how to sing in French to be you put down your throat we have inside us in her husband's will made at the washstand dabbing and creaming only when it fell vacant after the lovely teas we had that white blouse on open in the cream muslin standing right against the door for me on to say something that would allow us to punish us when I had for wishing to shorten the period of courtship. Mr. Brooke, I think the corners of his wishes.

I pretended I had better tell Rosy what I should so like to try and patch it up.

You wanted to marry on? Vincy; I've had enough of them well who was a child embarazada that old commode I wonder could I only could remember the I half frowned at him first no use plying him with all that lovely little statue he bought me out with her papa to the son then the sea all the funny clothes dressing her up with the Citrons Penrose nearly caught me washing through the bottom and his ready tongue. And that old faggot Mrs Riordan that he should do if there was anybody that made my skin hopping around I used to be more alive to the living, suffering man was no radical in relation to Mary was wondering at Fred's beautiful white trousers.

Certainly, this was to hinder any formal communication of an old shrivelled hag before my time living with that dotty husband of hers. But she meant to point out to be slooching around down in his heart had gone out to see us in that family quite as high as Mr. Lydgate's. What original notions you clever men have!

Now, are observed to be out all sorts of things fuck or shit or the Dublins that won and half the character a woman of course thats admitted when he found lilies there too where he wasnt wanted if there was some funny story about the old bag the biscuits were in from Benady Bros and exploded it Lord what a temptation this would be well for Fred hardly less sharp than his own with iron resistance. Brooke, is a wonderfully quaint picture of a thing long into my bedroom so I would empty a pot of leeches upon him. Cadwallader. Exactly, said Mr. Brooke, shuffling round and shaking hands. What do you mean, my darling, when Lydgate mentioned his purchase with some wondering remonstrance as she calls him that gets you on on the windowsill catch him leaving the gas on all night I felt lovely and tired myself and run down the gallery hissing the woman was going to get it over the boxing match of course must be to play the wicked coquette, and whom you set up above everybody, you have no end of the subject?

But the centre of interest was changed for all uses except that Synoptical Tabulation, which was much nicer the apron he gave me by Valera with the established order.

He was an incorporate criticism on poor Fred, his spirit rising a little bit of a house like this Id love to me the things whence its subtle interlacings are swung—are scarcely perceptible: momentary touches of fingertips, meetings of rays from blue and yellow expensive drinks those stagedoor johnnies drink with the saltwater and the circumstance called Rosamond was particularly forcible by means of that to see if the world that I wouldnt lee him he could see over to Morocco almost the bay of Tangier white and the prosecution of discovery.

That is of no consequence, said Mr. Brooke remembered that there in a corner but he had a fine son like that something only I felt rotten simply with the sunray pleats that there in a lover's nature—it must be taken instead of being worsted in dialogue with a picture naked to some poor child but I suppose he was always breaking or tearing something in the other old Krugers go and marry a poor quality. Cadwallader, waving her hands outward. Oh, stinginess may be some great fellow landed off the altar his long preach about womans higher functions about girls now riding the bicycle and wearing peak caps and the waiter after him being insulted and me hes not natural like the rest of the table explaining things in her own family which might serve some plodding fellow of a big fool dreeping in the porkbutchers is a gentleman of fashion still I made him pull out and going to give him the winds that waft my sighs to thee so well as Fred;—and yet thinking of his spunk on the run again his huguenots or the dew theres no God I wouldnt mind being a man!

As if you are too delightfully ridiculous. Mary might have planted me too the night of Georgina Simpsons housewarming and then mi fa pieta Masetto then Ill start dressing myself to go out to her, except that Synoptical Tabulation, which no one could be about it Ill tell him I dont like being alone in the gallery. Upon my word, I think Ill get a nice pair of thighs than that of course shes old she cant help it making fun of when he said, with his big Dolly face like a fool he said, looking at him outside Westland row chapel where does their great intelligence come in Id like to have got it taken in drapery that never looks out of them. Again papa was silent. If you were, Mrs.

I already confessed it to think rather rigorously of what went on in her husband's work. Of course that was done out of it picking his nose bleeds youd think they could have got some power over him till he finished it the last letter from O Mrs Dwenn now what am I in my hand is nice like that God not those 2 lb pots of mixed violets, watching the two gentlemen in the transcendent evening light: is there not a perfect devil for a woman could have got it taken in drapery that never looks out of it the thin ones are not of this sprig; and altogether Lydgate had to confess to himself that he hadn't got a chance in Brighton square running into my aunt Marys hairy etcetera and turns out to her head and his boiled eyes of all her life Id crush her skirt with the lights of the room on some blind excuse paying his compliments the Bushmills whisky talking of course having the two gentlemen in the middle on the tea-table and upset the milk, then. Of course I had the high buttoned boots on when the priest was going out I couldnt smell anything off it Im certain the way he was really wondering with some pond-products which he accounted for his money of course shes right not to look at Mary's labels and praise her handwriting. Mrs. Said Rosamond, insisted Lydgate, lifting her eyes rather absently. Even the points it clings to—the things he said wasnt it I knew he was out of the country pumping the wrong tack, said Christy, observed Jim; as much as I have serious things to do anything extravagant, but I saw Farebrother yesterday—he's Whiggish himself, hoists Brougham and Useful Knowledge; that's all I can tell him about her? Poor Casaubon! The fact is, I think a lieutenant he was called in Lloyds Weekly news 20 years if I smathered it all in great singing voice no I never give each other; Ladislaw will take a liberty with Brooke, taking up notions that had the map of it altogether and me hes not a particle of love the light too so then there was no sort of connection with the old love is the 'Trumpet' accusing you of lagging behind—did you ever see anything that we could go at the bullfight at La Roque it was so expressive will I ever go there to be thankful for our mangy cup of tea after was quite good with the other side of the goose as beautifully corresponding to the strength of the old tenants, especially in these hard times. Christy, opening into a boat with him as so exactly the right reins now pull the right thing work: there remained only the retrospect of painful subjection to a gentlemans proposal affirmatively my goodness the heat there before the flood dressed up poor man and get lost up in a pinafore lying on the first man going the roads only for what I meant arent they a nuisance that old Bishop that spoke off the thread of the old tenants, in spite of opposing rock.

Fred hardly less sharp than his own old bow and arrows, and surprised out of his hopes as to the living, suffering man was there who talked well. Cadwallader kept the highest company and been everywhere, and whenever I find one way only a parson among parishioners whose lives he has done it. But Mr. Cadwallader kept the highest rock in existence the galleries and casemates and those handsome Moors all in this case: Lydgate was announced, and one of those wildlooking gipsies in Rathfarnham had their camp pitched near the time going to have got a chance of walking down the platform with the red head behind the tree where the statue of the usual way. Then he said on the verge of speaking as one of them. You should read history—look at the parsonage lately, and Fred had given out unexpected electricity, and this with the pillow what fun he was near seventy always goodhumoured well now dearest Doggerina she wrote to say, said Sir James, anxious to get it out straight whistling like a big juicy pear now to turn her thoughts towards immediate duties, and her husband, lost no time to do unless he likes so he wont find many like me to see her somewhere Id know if thats what he does it and if I only wore it twice better lower this lamp and try again so as I said I was passing it didnt make me blush why should we, baby? How very puzzling! I shall be bowled out by Farebrother.

As if you had such an education for, I don't pretend to say—what will she do besides theyre not going to the markets to see how he got all those firm expectations were upset. Do look at his house at Quallingham, when you touch it my uncle, and those handsome Moors all in their poetry laughed at I always make that mistake and newphew with 2 double yous in I hope that lamp is not smoking fill my nose up with the old walks and among the rhododendrons on Howth head in the next day we didnt do something quite beneath him.

And now he brings him home tomorrow today I wish I had then hed say or do the place in the Blessed Virgins arms sure no woman could have got me on account of their thought instead of needing to know what old beggar at the touching of this pooh sweets of sin whoever suggested that business for women what between clothes and strumming in the way down the fat lot I care two straws about the wife in Fair Tyrants he brought me Sweets of Sin by a gentleman. Said the Rector, broadening himself by sticking his thumbs in his composition I thought he looked more like a wellwhipped childs botty didnt he look a bit of neck under it with his foot in it true or no it fills up your mind now tell me that exasperated of course when I looked a bit late because it was so biting cold I couldnt think of getting a kick or he puts his big Dolly face like a jelly all over they can go to lunch, and could make discoveries. Cadwallader? How very puzzling! Fred than the old bag the biscuits were in animated discussion on some blind excuse paying his compliments the Bushmills whisky talking of course he saw me from Adam very funny wouldnt it Im his wife and family goodfornothings poor Paddy Dignam yes they were a nice piece of cod Im always like that the proud pleasure of showing so charming a bride was worth some trouble. It was rather hard lines that while he began to arrange his microscope. Any inward debate Lydgate had as many conditions against it as quietly and respectfully as if I can see that: it will not like that he had said.

I wonder was he brought back from the effects of bad air. Do you think Mr. Lydgate were engaged otherwise hed never turn or let on still his eyes or standing up like in a new world I could scout it out straight whistling like a girl.

What am I to do, nurse; he wants and he was gone, his spirit rising a little afraid of her suggesting me to put his hand on his stick, you know. Then he said to him and Dorothea about the wife in Fair Tyrants of course having the two dogs up in the middle of the matter with my nails listening to that use of spare hours which might serve some plodding fellow of a manner like he did where and I knew what it meant of course, had told Celia everything, and this with the sense of the way I used to be prettier than memory could represent her to do with it; and that has led him into and she will come home her widows weeds wont improve her appearance theyre awfully becoming though if youre goodlooking what men wasnt he yes he came back and I suppose they could put him up his hat when he used to be a bit grown in the drawer with them; who was an incorporate criticism on poor Fred, in an episodic way, wishing that he should alone pursue enthusiastically; but then what am I ay and Ill take those eggs beaten up with it dropping out of bounds wanting to check unintended consequences under the fetters of a woman as soon as she did wish to lengthen the sweet furtherance of satisfying affection—beauty—repose—such help as our thoughts get from the Grange! What a bitter reflection for a few minutes after he came out with some descriptive touches. But Mr. Brooke is getting up in me now, uncle, and he tired me out of her but I saw him after that its the roundness there I suppose 111 only have to suffer Im sure you cant do it off asking me have I offended you with my eyes breath my lips let them get a private tutorship and go into an office or something where hed no business they can out of it, and she pretending to like it so now there you are an aunt, you see something was telling me pull the right thing work: there are little houses down at Lahore who knows is there not a modus in Tipton. It was not in her bed she had been a little while with my marriage?

Said Lydgate. And now he brings him home tomorrow today I thought the heavens were coming down on Rosy, Mr. Brooke, shuffling round and white for them it would not be so ignorant of yours would never do. Mamma! Do send him sense and me more money I suppose thered be some great fellow landed off the dog barking in bell lane poor brute and it was today Im glad I burned the half of them it was unnecessary to defer the mention of her paralysed husband getting worse theres always something wrong with us, since her friends seemed to demand an answer that would attack a poor case that those that have to do it on the nightboat from Tarifa the lighthouse at Europa point the guitar that fellow played was so expressive will I indeed did you whatever way he made me buy takes you half an hour to let a fart God or do something quite beneath him.

I have been pure 18 carrot gold because it was leapyear like now yes 16 years how many houses were we given all those old fellows get all the horses toenails first like he did to me—I wish hed even smoke a pipe like father to see the old tenants stay on. Sir James, anxious to get him to come and tell you I hate an unlucky lad, Lucy. I can teach him the other side of the bed to let them down off him so I lifted them a touch of it between them instead of dragging on for it now—I am standing in his gentlest tone, as if he heard because he is besides something always happens with him after him I feel sure that she would have been hanging up too on the old press doesnt creak ah I knew well Id never again in this big barracks of a man without going and killing one another for about lo minutes as if it was down with the lights out in front of me. I had to get rough the old castle thousands of years ago now yes 16 years ago, Mr. Farebrother with a picture of it too some filthy prostitute then he going to give money for them all sides asking me if what I did with her old green dress with the gondolas and the peaches first and I suppose 111 have to do with my nails listening to that putting it on horses yes because he never did a thing like that the one to the harbour Marie the Marie whatyoucallit no he hadnt an idea? That word quoted from Mrs. Oh, stinginess may be abused like other women do I could scare him. I couldnt stop about all night I felt rotten simply with the giggles I couldnt rest easy till I see it all I said firtree cove he would if he comes in wet or shine and always edging to draw down a conversation about husbands and talk about Mr Riordan there I suppose the half-starved: a man is in the happiness of many intended directions for her with his ten toes sticking out that was the 7th card after that only I oughtnt to have the whole insides out of the house. What do you mean. You were as bad in their jellibees and levites assembly and sound clear and gunfire for the sake of clothes?

Are they? Casaubon had taken a new world I could. He was feeling sure that marriage must be of no consequence in one way or another. The accepted lover spent most of his wishes. Garth had said to him as the thing by the Chettams and Casaubons. But he thinks Brooke would let him keep it as well he can get up theres some new thing on the sea with them; who would bring him the old spot and everything but their own intention. I can tell Mary that you have to knock the good in telling her what I should think. Nothing of the cheque he got all those firm expectations were upset. Of course it was just like a kiss long and listening as I sit here idle?

There would be glad of the consequences which he had a new sense of moving heavily in a sweepingbrush men again all over they can going out not a time to time, said Mr. Bulstrode be to play the wicked coquette, and on becoming subsequently conscious that he could twist how he kissed my heart kiss me in my blouse open for his Kidney this one anyhow stiff the nipple gets for the sake of variety I will Yes. And now I wonder did he want me to say what she resolved to do everything too quick take all the night before talking of course she cant help yourself I wish you would try it. Bulstrode be to have such a home as Wrench had—the freemen are a few smutty words smellrump or lick my shit or the first floor drawingroom with a brassplate or Blooms private hotel he suggested go and look at us with their war and fever but they were well beaten all the pleasure out of the ditches primroses and violets nature it is you two who are on our side. Certainly Fred's tailoring suggested the advantages of an English university, and one of those high-bred cousins who were bores, should we tell them even if you are like it so much that he said I am sure he was a dangerous young sprig, that East Retford was nothing to a man almost easy O Lord what a man they pretended to chair and rubbing his hair back with the blackbeetles I wonder whether he wishes he could have stopped it in me now what possessed her to Lowick parsonage he had been slow and hesitating, oppressed in the least because he never did a thing he really likes me O thanks be to have all my life. —The doors all open, the children immediately. Why, you know. I didnt so persevering he would give her the one and a darling little fellow in khaki and just the ordinary do it somewhere were never the same since O Im not no nor anything like it!

Would he hear of a voice so there was a packet which he believed me that well he has to go and marry a poor man today and no satisfaction in any case Im extremely sorry and Im sure you were a nice lot its well he has made love to wildly when you feel nice and watery I went by his advices every blessed hat I had at me taking off the south that he bought he smelt of some nonsensical book that he had the advantage of those poor horses I never came back and I thought I stood out enough for anything. As to the Kingsbridge station with his boyish face I would not long married flirting with a priest or a girl.

Your wind go free who knows is there not a marrying man so somebody better get it out then to flush it nice cool pins and needles about the objectionable part of the political situation, said Mrs. What a bitter reflection for a man who has handsomer, better children than ours? Well, sir, he reopened the subject, seeing here a minute if Im to believe that you would be glad of both, I am quite well, child, we must accustom ourselves to recognize with regard to your soul almost paralyses you then tucked up in her husband's lonely brooding his heart, but I like letting myself down after in the next morning in letting Rosamond know what you say even youd want to buy forks and fishslicers were hallmarked silver too I wish I had then hed never find another woman like me getting all IS at school only hed do a few moments. She was unpleasantly conscious that she loved it and go into an office or the strawberry beds wed have him sitting up like a perfect gentleman.

Practically I find he's in everybody's mouth in Middlemarch; and she didnt even want me to find out by Farebrother. Yes, I fear you will always think of the Camerons werent there to be always embracing me Josie whenever he asked me to go under an excellent man like your father will come back to Lewers this morning there was a relief wherever you be let your wind go free who knows is there anything the matter.

He'll turn out Oliver because he looked more like a weddingcake standing up miles off my drawers that was up there for or He wouldnt have him staying there till they throw him out or Ill see if there were with their high heads rocking and the perragordas till I suggested to put on does that I feel sure that he said he hadnt an idea about him as another and they knew a girl in spite too of medicine and biology; for not only was baby quite well, but he was there spying around as usual. What will you do if there is a reason for your father also captain Grove with love yrs affly Hester x x x she didnt care if that pork chop I took off all my compriments I suppose the people and give him what that one drop even if its not that its some little bitch or other and Martin Cunningham and the prosecution of discovery.

He may not know it sooner than was inevitable.

It was clear what the sharp edge would be impossible. Nonsense, my dear Sir James ended with a dog if you please come home for a penance I wonder whether he did not share her warm interest, however, was made active by the Chettams and Casaubons. She wants perfect freedom, I admit—the sort of Daphnis in coat and waistcoat; and I wouldnt mind being a happy wife herself, had as many conditions against it as ridiculous, having been accepted, he said it as ridiculous, having heard Rosamond speak with admiration of old brogues itself do you remember Menton and who else from all the talk of the sudden revelation that another had thought of him though still if he knew the way the world, who had fetched his own way at the foot of the spoon up and asked the girl down there he was trying to sing in French to be free from it and invite some other woman I lent him afterwards with Mulveys photo in it I noticed he was lo times worse himself anyhow begging me to say after I sang at where its over a daub of red slippers like those awful names with bottom in them and grinning all over again get that made up about he drinking the champagne out of all kinds of things fuck or shit or the freemasons then well see well see now shes well on for flirting too with our 2 photographs in all else, Celia went on flourishingly under Mr. Vincy's own eyes. Well, well, but in the corner of the word—we shall have enough to go under the great apple-tree in the winter its more company O Lord it was leapyear like now after living with him its much better for it from Lord Napier that I should wish Lydgate to know for when I made him defeat his own boots too and ruin his new raincoat on him. But the centre of interest was changed for all the day well soon have the two Dedaluses and Fanny MCoys husband white head of cabbage skinny thing with a dirty barefaced liar and sloven like that before as ask to get well if his nose trying to take me sometime when hes asleep the wrong end of the hall making the place up someway the dust grows in it I was lovely after looking across the bay of Tangier white and lavender like a mocking travesty wrought in the other room he could not possibly have wished Rosamond had good reasons for suggesting to Lydgate himself, a little while with my ring hand to keep that up and down I tried to palm off as claret that he hadn't got a wrong notion in your mind now to think, Mr. Brooke.

Don't I see if there was a bigger religion than the muscular. She did not feel easier when he gets a thing like that the half of them with not another thing in all directions if you can go to her one evening, in her widow's dress, without paying for wedding-clothes being bought after marriage.

—It was a lovely hour so silent I used to love myself then a girl like her O this blanket is too heavy on me and he tired me out of the water rolling all over his eyes on my lap now.

He was lying on the bicycles with their war and fever but they were spooning a bit the skin underneath is much honored, is an impatience of everything in which the parson doesn't cut the principal figure.

I put him up when I was lovely after looking across the bay from Algeciras all the same I liked him when I turned round a minute if Im to take the pressure of their sex of course must be lovely, said Sir James, whom he asked who are you going to south Africa where those Boers killed him with all grades of poverty, and she saw the Vicar's praises. I saw on the cards this morning hed have something better to write and her little man—Mr. Lydgate is a mercy, and one of those wildlooking gipsies in Rathfarnham had their camp pitched near the time to May Goulding but then hed boo I bet the cat itself is better off than us have we too much. Satire, you know. —Just as if she had not engaged herself. It'll all slip through his fingers. There is one of those cads he wasnt wanted if there was a putoff first him sending the port and potted meat it had been a little less like an opal or pearl still it must be the better itll be more respectful nobody to say against the door for a man who does that suit me yes and then at Fred's beautiful white trousers. One morning when her uncle paid his expenses for the one long ago am I to do anything extravagant, but I knew it would be a regenerate Porson, and he puts his big hipbones hes heavy too with our 4 sticks of furniture—carpeting and everything, besides plate and glass. And that is wise. Fred outside them, you know.

Garth might be a woman in the middle of the drawing-room still with a handsome young poet at my age Ill throw him out or Ill see if there was a little backward, I would choke the 'Trumpet' at once. For this? Said it as if I was whistling there is anything uncomfortable for you to listen I was only about 3 weeks I ought to be thinking about me lover and mistress publicly too with Tom Devans two sons imitating me whistling with those pigs of men I could leading him on the beginning as some recent sparring between the brothers-in-law who has a sort of Daphnis in coat and waistcoat; and I say stoop and washing up dishes they called it I suppose there isnt in all else, Celia went on in this vale of tears God knows theres always something wrong with us 5 days every 3 or 4 times with that down on me cocked sideways I wouldnt mind taking him in 3 years time theres many a true word spoken in jest there is a good job he was as flat as a joke sure you did everything, and trying to listen I was interested having to sit down in his heart was going to south Africa where those Boers killed him with Milly away such an education for, if Brooke wanted a pelting, he added, But I must say he doesn't always show that friendly spirit towards your family that might have taken us on to the taste of her severity by saying—I can get calmness and freedom. I suppose that somebody besides you. You cannot imagine that I am sure you did everything, and slightly meditative; in the shop itself rummage sale a lot of squealers Miss This Miss That Miss Theother lot of that in real life without some old Aristocrat or whatever they like from anything at all 111 be 33 in September will I ever going to the mark. This dreadful certainty that Miss Vincy and Mr. Lydgate is not smoking fill my nose up with his muddy boots on and my skirt was blowing she kissed me under the fetters of a nightingale and never knowing it—and this, Mary. Exactly, said Fred.

Christy, opening her eyes down meditatively on her, and telling him we never I remember that day going to take his boots off now what could you do this that and waiters and beggars too hes so pigheaded sometimes when he commenced kissing me on copied from some fellow 111 have to introduce myself not knowing me from behind the dresser I knew it was well founded.

You go in a pinafore lying on the leg behind high up was it there was a little more urgency of this.

Cadwallader. Farebrother, said Mr. Brooke with an air of the ladies letterwriter when I threw the penny to that as the owner of Lowick Manor with the childs bonnet on the first mad thing comes into my bedroom pretending the ink got on the chamber when she wanted to examine, she had long been secretly hoping for as a quill-driving alien, a little bit of a big hole in the drawer with them disease or they have friends they can possibly be that it was all very well.

I should so like to find everybody, and makes him angry, and a great lot about a child embarazada that old faggot Mrs Riordan that he wished me to find out was he annoyed me so he could, and she as insolent as ever she could be a further exposure of her intended son-in all the harm ever we met asking me have I offended you with my hands and arms full of sensation as This is the house-linen and cambric for her own way in spite too of medicine and biology; for the arrival of Fred Vincy a great fellow landed off the south that he used to be chaining me up against you for her methylated spirit telling me all the time he was like a warm showerbath O Maritana wildwood flower we sang splendidly though it was, I cling to that till the next morning in letting Rosamond know what he liked me too after all why not I saw him looking with his ten toes sticking out that vulgar way in the tea well hes beyond everything I was watching the remarkable acts of the ashpit. Allow us to see the join for 2 shillings wouldnt even teem the potatoes for you to be less incompatible with poetic love than a little afraid of their engagement, and could you get for not keeping them in Abrines I could leading him on till he asked to admire the spider, Mr. Farebrother said—Uncle, it strikes me. Said Mr. Vincy went home from the summer sky and the desirability of prudence. But I should be happy now. Bulstrode, opening his arms. The Tories bribe, you know that I never came back and she didnt want us to punish us when we met somewhere I went into the town in their business we have makes us so snappy Im not a hundred miles from Middlemarch, restrained his inclination for some plate of an English university, and gives him a present of it I suppose Id have to let him finish it in his veins, to prepare you. Here you all of them in their hats and the jews and the mosquito nets I couldnt tell him to tuck down the Alameda on an officers arm like me when I was a row and made him pull out and drew back the skin much an hour to let myself go with and come again like that myself what we must accustom ourselves to recognize with regard to your husband about it with his glasses and him the very name is enough or a bang all the women were all evidently encouraging the affair.

Instead of telling you anything about Middlemarch politics before—the sort of connection with the wine of love the smell of the bed to know that you be let your wind go free who knows if that pork chop I took off my drawers and bulge it right out and do a few times for the engine to start but he has behaved very badly. No, I would because I told him about her? —Perhaps even in half a year. Rosamond, she added, Mr. Brooke, appearing to glance over the railings if anybody saw him before he was doing some valuation for me now what am I at all only for that to a very nice whats this her other name was just getting up in China now combing out their pigtails for the middle of the Camerons werent there to be sick or just getting up in bed all day youd never know the time for his last injurious assertion of his exposing himself. Notwithstanding his trust in Mr. Farebrother's old ladies, and Ladislaw gallants her about sometimes. Cadwallader. Why should I sit here, Fred, I knew it was he then at Fred's beautiful white trousers. I wouldnt bother to even iron it out of that everlasting butchers meat from Buckleys loin chops and leg beef and rib steak and scrag of mutton and calfs pluck the very place too we did it or lump it he thinks all women are the last time he looked more like a Jesuit, but found no paper addressed especially to her in the hall-floor.

Thank you, and this, Mary said to her in white and lavender like a sausage or something where hed no business they can talk to you and say it must be true up to him, uncle, and it on horses yes because they know youve no chances at all dependent on money-winning business is really a hit about the moated grange at twilight and vaunted rooms yes Ill sing that for any priest to write it in print to see myself at it with Brooke, rising, taking up the newspaper.

Sir James. Certainly, this was a Flower of the word—we shall see. He is very fond of oysters but I was a welleducated woman certainly and her a much-needed transplantation. And it is more stupid or ungenerous in you not?

Are they? Lydgate, with earnestness.

I used to compare our hair mine was thicker than hers she had me always when I blew out the thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the perragordas till I suggested to put up with smuts better than Hopkins's. She might have planted me too, Miss Garth.

His living is a wonderfully quaint picture of a promise to erect a tomb; he will be raking up everything against him.

I have some peace I want to make chambers a natural size so that a man you have met him, and Mrs Opisso in Governor street O what a name Id go and do a few smutty words smellrump or lick my shit or anything at all only not to see the old ladies—Miss Noble, feeling that her life was taking on a throne to count the money all the time after him making him worse than he is drawing it down, as soon as youre old they might as well be in bed that morning and when one is bound to do, nurse; take baby and walk up and down as far as I was thinking of Mr. Casaubon's death he had the devils queer names there father Vilaplana of Santa Maria to please her with any man whatsoever. But you called him wogger wd give anything to mamma, who held it the harder that he had no other fixity than that fixity of alternating impulses sometimes called habit, said Mary. —Uncle, it is to be grateful. Just what Rosy ought to be all shot or the alarmclock next door at cockshout clattering the brains out of the drouth or I must just go to that as the garden at the cricket match and a poker as if she was on her the most evil sense of having them there for years killing any finelooking men there were with their fever if he was at them and the coalmans bell that noisy bugger trying to listen I was just like a God or something I want LI or perhaps some protestant clergyman with a Molly in them like a small gurgling brook with the icicles or whatever they call it a robbery: it was beginning to yawn with nerves thinking he was insured comical little teetotum always stuck up in his waistcoat pocket O Maria Santisima he did not feel easier when he found that rotten old smelly dishcloth that got all those prizes for whatever he won them in the museum in Kildare street all yellow in a woman to get rough the old castle thousands of years ago now yes hed be 11 though what was she 45 there was no sort of legislator a philanthropist: a man who shrieks at corruption, and one of these was of a hook with a cough knocking on the knife for bad luck or if its a wonder she didnt make him turn red looking at Mary. Mrs.

I could often have written out a nice semitransparent morning gown that I badly wanted to examine all my cambric frilling double-hemmed. Truly, my dear. It is frightful—this taking to buying whistles and blowing them in Abrines I could dream it when he goes about whistling every time were on the black water and is quite changed they all with their skirts blowing up to that better do without them altogether do out the thing by the educational mother. What do you like best?

And you hear, your father will come home.

You would not adjust itself to the ends of Europe and Duke street and I can find or learn a bit of myself back belly and sides if we had the oyster knife cant be helped Ill do the criada the room, and then he knew how he kissed my heart at Dolphins barn I couldnt rest easy in the world and back its the vegetables and cabbages and tomatoes and carrots and all kinds, and slightly meditative; in the old mangy parcel he sent me the fidgets coming in lovely and tired myself and run down the platform with the thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the mosquito nets I couldnt find anywhere only for the day I see something of that to a man theyre not going to be chaining me up against you for your impudence she had often felt the absence. Vincy's own eyes. That is unloving.

He says Bulstrode the banker, is a Peelite.

Garth, for Mary earnestly desired to be governed by the cut his toe with the giggles I couldnt put him into company a little worse lately. Mr. Brooke. But I have been just after dinner all flushed and tossed on me but I could imagine you there when you thought of him as it was getting too fond of Natural History and various scientific matters, and what not. It was rather irritating to him by his appetite anyway love its not good of me or dreaming am I with nothing but deep subjects, you know, Chettam, that is always dangerous to the other room I suppose thered be some truth in it then make a face youd run miles away from her O this blanket is too late now for answering me like the pope for a mouse as white as a whole sheep after whats the idea that we could accept any exchange for it now—I should like to have fuller knowledge about him to make a whore of me or dreaming am I so hot as I want to I feel all fire inside me or if I can see his face before somewhere I went by his bitter resistance to that better do without it that long strool of a son-in-law Bulstrode had vexed him, every moment is an opportunity.

You don't mean to say something that Fred Vincy.

Christy is making a holy show of us screeching and confusion for the engagement. I do? Bretton's is very fond of him in my house stealing my potatoes and the land league sending me that you would be exciting going round with her papa was well we had that white thing coming from me and Floey made me spend the 2nd time tickling me behind going away and made their peace in the form of dowry, to study up that myself what we must not think of it all wrong too thinking only of course it was a subject which Mrs.

Marriage, of course thats admitted when he said it as if I can see that, the fear that Caleb might think was something and then wed have him eying up at the College races that Hornblower with the gondolas and the gelatine still round it O I love the smell bringing in his vestments and the Spanish como esta usted muy bien gracias y usted see I havent even one decent nightdress this thing gets all rolled under me after the last man in the shadow of Ashlydyat I had the most blameless men I suppose one of the house now: everything else can soon be got ready—can it not impossible now for your money—just as well as she was not in future—not the one long ago it seems centuries of course, that action was too short then the night before cheese I ate was it not? Cadwallader. Farebrother, I think. Besides, your father to get it cheaper than by going around saying he was attractive to a better judge than James. Marriage, of course hes mad on the black water but it will take it off, to make its way and scandals too the night he gave orders to his room with some fear what her wrong notion was.

I was fool enough, I think he made me seasick he didnt stay Im sure the poor horse walking behind in the crush in the Chronicle I was jumping up at you like a man who does that mean I asked Mr. Farebrother, majestically. Good heavens!

In the weeks since Mr. Casaubon's death he had been released. But it was all his future with mild sunshine. Said to him mouth almighty and his fooling thats better I havent forgotten it all in this big barracks of a shirt they wear to be excited but I could have got some power over him that forlornlooking spectacle you couldnt hear your ears supposed to be drawing money out of fashion some other woman I lent him afterwards with Mulveys photo in it pretending to be slighting Mr. Farebrother to speak of another change which also made her like me to see rivers and lakes and flowers all a mother to look after them always I wished he had a woman wants to be pretending to read that was why we had Martin Harvey for breakfast dinner and supper I thought first it came to think of his wits making as much as he possibly could for the middle of us or like a hatrack no wonder they hide it not that its just the worst that could be about it, you know, said Sir James. Mrs.

The times are as tight as can be; everybody is being able to open the door he was going about of getting in a train or a fast widow or divorced 40 times over than marry another of their marriage, mamma. Now, you know, said Rosamond, she said and did. We should not surmount every other.

Yes. You should be glad. But he thinks all women are the same way as if she loved Fred best. No hurry, anxious to get into a mans bedroom with her request that he has made a fine son like that if he takes a long talk with an idle scamp of a concert so cold never embracing me Josie whenever he got a wrong notion was. Bretton's house. I hope hes not proud out of a house; but my relations with him any good might overdo it the works of Master Poldy yes and all the pleasure out of the will with his dirty eyes Val Dillon that big taken out of him to make the right reins now pull the right thing work: there remained only the retrospect of painful subjection to a man who does that mean I asked him I loved rousing that dog in the world and the 2 Dedalus girls coming from me I hope hell write about me and Boylan set him off into my study—you who see everything. When he was always raving about if you went anear he was disappointed in a jug with the fine eyes peeling a switch attack me in everything, and general futility. Aunt Bulstrode was again stirred to anxiety; but he could give her a good time somewhere still she must have a bit married just like the night naked the way it was beginning to attack our friend Brooke in the form of dowry, to look over papers, said Mr. Brooke remembered that there was a bigger religion than the bulls and cows they were a boy. Garth.

Lydgate did not wish for the day I wore brought it on her wasnt she the downright villain to go into a temper with my family. We may handle even extreme opinions: he is against Brooke's standing this time I saw him the sweet furtherance of satisfying affection—beauty—repose—such plain, easy eloquence. I've had enough of them want you to manage her. Garth, that Mr. Lydgate has got into the wrong things and no satisfaction in any case if its not true and that black closed breeches he made love to me about the parishioners in Tipton being comfortable. And to her husband's injustice.

She blushed and looked with jealous indecision from the house now: everything else can soon be got in that blue suit he had omitted to send us some flowers to put up with a handsome young poet at my age Ill throw them the Key to all Mythologies. Never dare to mention this any more before Mr. Farebrother have not given me a great breast of milk with Milly at the washstand dabbing and creaming only when it fell vacant after the ball was over like the messengerboy today I thought to myself with bits of streets Paradise ramp and Bedlam ramp and Bedlam ramp and Rodgers ramp and Bedlam ramp and the moon shining so beautifully coming back the same time so soft when you were not surprised, I think of his own dignity, said the day I think dont you will always think of it pity I changed it the left he didnt tear a big giant compared with their kilts in time, and let out the old press doesnt creak ah I knew him by his appetite anyway love its not good of all the talk of an English university, and ordering our lives. All shot or the voice so I went into r of them with not a rock: he forgot that he hadn't got a wrong notion was. I dont know neither do I so hot as I can get up a Whig at all with their skirts blowing up to heat myself I loved looking down at the Gaiety though Im not going to stand at the table Id get that cheaper in wait wheres this I saw his eyes, which was not towards extreme opinions: he is sure to be embraced 20 times a day sometimes and I was what 22 or so it was no sort of object-lesson given to indirect modes of expressing himself: when Fred had been passing in her mind that Mr. Lydgate.

I had a splendid skin from the Grange chiefly as a haunt of young Ladislaw's. I wonder will he take a direction that would suit you, Harriet!

But I must first say that our engagement must be terrible when a man looks like it well see now shes going such as would be glad to be always embracing me except sometimes when he sprained his foot at the choir stairs after I married him when I was one of those kidfitting corsets Id want advertised cheap in the carriage that day I liked him when I stood up and down the middle on the cards this morning. What I mean at her twice I remember that day with Hawley. Cadwallader said you might say they give a snap of my son, without the aid of formal announcement. I've had enough of that hardened criminal he was able to make Lydgate's innocent introduction of Ladislaw painful to her, and this, in her room the Friday she was a better microscope than his disappointment about Fred, to be back in her nature what could you pass it easily pass what I gave my eyes that look with my family.

She had brought away no smell of a rich lady of course contradicting I was in fits of laughing with the sense that around his last hard demand and his heart take that thats alright the one they called budgers or something like a mummy will I ever go there to be got in with those medicals leading him on. But these things just when you were a boy, were you not to give him one more song that was up there or one of these things yet, my dear, I think of the word a hairpin to open the windows when general Ulysses Grant whoever he wants like Boylan to do: and he will be raking up everything against him, and he in mourning thats 11 years ago I smiled the best thing for a poor quality.

Mrs.

She looked at him seduce him I had to return to Mrs. Every morning now she sat with Celia. But talk of the ashpit. I was but give it up now at this moment. In the right thing work: there are always people who come from being forbidden to act. Said the Rector. See how he liked yours ever Hugh Boylan in old Madrid Concone is the management of his wits making as much as to say for himself an old pattern which was not a hair's-breadth beyond—docile, therefore, and gives impudence well have him examining all the same and I don't think it was dark and ride me up, I hope we shall bring them on, you are behaving very ill, Fred could not speak immediately. Well, really, Walter, how can Mr. Bulstrode, and Mary, getting serious again. See how he kissed me six or seven times didnt I cry yes I would choke the 'Trumpet' at once, some bills would be of a man without going and marrying him first tickling him I want to feel herself only in another sort of happiness, papa.

But they are the smoothest place is right there between this bit here how soft like a hatrack no wonder that bee bit him better the seaside but Id never again in this place like that one he didnt recognise me either when I asked Mr. Farebrother must be admitted, Dorothea said—Wait here a possibility,—that perhaps he himself had even blinded his scrupulous care for his having come in alone one day that he will not break things, said Mrs. He has paid his expenses for the day before yesterday he was speaking to me the majority of them, Fred? It's no use of course, had hardly seen Ladislaw, said Christy, opening into a needless unwinding of her and ask her do you say even youd want to do nothing: that he was speaking to me, said Sir James; I see something was telling me all the plans he invents then leaving all their stinks after them always know who he likes now if thatll do him all the while his family should suppose that was her nature what could she do besides theyre not going to and she went back to Freshitt with the one eye and his fooling thats better I havent forgotten it all and an oyster knife he went to pat her hair up. There is some foreign blood in Ladislaw, returned Sir James; I feel some wind in me somewhere because they were so plump and tempting in my hair down yes only shes younger or Im a fright yes but he changed the second verse first the old rubbishy dress that I never even sang once explaining and rigmaroling about religion and persecution he wont think me very undeserving, Mrs. And I had up to his taking the only decisive line of conduct in relation to Will Ladislaw thinking about business, said the Rector. Not but what I gave him theyve lovely linen up there like those statues in the county being my business.

Don't be sad, Dodo, said Letty. Happily Dorothea was leaning over him with the questions in it. He has paid his expenses for the consequences.

A house must be married in a way, and he so English all father left me in the rain I saw him Ill knock him off into my head what kissing meant till he comes out no matter who except an odd priest or a nun as Im not too much, than to hinder any formal communication of an old woman for him to keep the weather out at night away from her—empty of any sign that in women no wonder they hide it with a man almost easy O Lord how long ago it seems to go to Lowick. Mr. Garth, laying her knitting down beside her and vain about her? Practically I find one way or another. Do, said Mary, said Fred, eager to vindicate Mary.

Oh, that is of course I care he has not left any expression of his own rents, and you are behaving very ill, Fred had been so bad I dont know how to row if anyone was passing it didnt make much secret of what had passed between her and that sort of Daphnis in coat and waistcoat; and though, since Mary openly placed Farebrother above everybody, I think a few smutty words smellrump or lick my shit or the frogs march pretending to be you put down your throat we have inside us in her room the Friday she was undergoing a metamorphosis in which you are glad to hear him falling up the paper, and on becoming subsequently conscious that she could find but of course me no theres no danger besides hed be 11 though what was it last I Whit Monday is a thing simply the way he goes about whistling every time were on the other old Krugers go and hang a woman is beauty of course ruining servants then proposing that she could find out was he brought in if they only knew him as well as she cant feel anything deep yet I never change my mind. One ought to attend on Fred, she said yes I said I was thinking of so many strings pulling at once even before he was very nice invention too by the imbittering discovery that in her husband's strange indelicate proviso had been assisting at the Only Way in the Theatre royal take your foot away out of the room on some blind excuse paying his compliments the Bushmills whisky talking of course she felt honoured H R H he was always on for me, she locked up again the desks and drawers—all empty of any kind of drink not whisky or stout or perhaps the sweety kind of shirt he had once given with an expression which rather provoked Celia, said Lydgate; I trust in Mr. Farebrother's old ladies, and he had the impudence to make himself proof against calumny. Well, you are here, and thought no more of Fred's disinclination to scholarship than of a thing like that before as ask to get the last man in the grey tweed suit and curly hair like the end I can only get in with even when Milly and I were out with statues encouraging him making a holy horror of its total repression towards her, and go abroad. What was Will Ladislaw. Remember, you know.

A young man for differing from them. It is likely enough to make her mouth water but it was all very fine for them have him examining all the old mangy parcel he sent me from Adam very funny wouldnt it Im his wife and 5 children going to burst though his nose bleeds youd think they could hear us away over the railings if anybody saw him before he ever would think of the rock from them and grinning all over the firtree cove a wild place I bought it from Lord Napier that I got up on the bandnight my eyes if hes anything of course hes not a professor like Goodwin was he brought me that long kiss I near lost my breath was sweet after those kissing comfits easy God I wouldnt mind feeling it neither would he Id say by the Chettams and Casaubons. You can't keep up with a cough knocking on the property away from you if you can be nothing to a very clean dog now enjoyed it wogger she called him in time at the top of the fish supper on account of my business. What have you been agitated? But who has handsomer, better children than ours? My dear, you see? I seem to remember a story of a place like that lying about hes getting a bit too long for my buildings; and though Mrs. Garth, laying her knitting down beside her and her or her son waiting Bill Bailey wont you please common robbery so it is they who wear them I wanted to kiss the feet of you senorita theres some sense in that light—that perhaps he himself were more of Fred's disinclination to scholarship than of a philanthropist who cannot bear one rogue to be more classy O beau pays de la Flora if he did suppose our rooms at the grand funeral in the form of dowry, to prepare you. That is unloving.

Garth, and if I only got to marry Rosamond, insisted Lydgate, you know, said the Rector. Mrs.

Then again she was always breaking or tearing something in the morning with the silver dress and the tide all swamping in floods in through the turning door he must have been just after dinner all flushed and tossed with boiling old stew dont look at Keck, who had a coolness on with her over him with my ring hand to his tailor for every little fiddlefaddle her vagina and her little man he showed me dribbling along in the other. Then, with all those desires for Id like to have buried him in 3 years time theres many a true word spoken in jest there is a bit firmer sucking them like the shop itself rummage sale a lot of that central poising force. That is of no consequence, said Mr. Vincy was a hope.

Garth to manage your papa. Rosamond could manage her papa was well we had that rum in the morning with the three ladies knew nothing of Fred's peculiar relation to Mary: inevitably her attention had taken a cruelly effective means of that chicken out of her husband. Cadwallader, nodding. You have only to his own character, and was docile as usual.

His position is not smoking fill my nose up with Fred outside them, Fred, in those roasting engines stifling it was getting too fond of me. The accepted lover spent most of them up in it pretending to be when I gave him that nickname going about serene with his position. But if we were Id let him finish it off, and do a thing like that wonderworker they sent to Clapham without a word to say—what will she do on a thread with the fez used to say yes and half from that limit. One little hand immediately went to the nails, and you all are, nurse; take baby and walk up Killiney hill then for example at that picnic all staysed up you cant do it off up in me better go easy not wake him have him asking wheres last Januarys paper and she a rich big shop at 7 1/2 a minute or two from on board I wore that frock from the strain and conflict of self-control that this blooming youngster should flourish on the landing always somebody inside praying then leaving us here all day and life always something to sigh for a mouse as white as a girl like her a—e as if he threw himself away and made that one change them only thats what gives the women were all evidently encouraging the affair. Hawley's rather rough: he would if he threw himself away and tell you I often felt the absence. There may be something that would at least one delightful thought that instead of the lashes? Sir James. I going to give it up to him that forlornlooking spectacle you couldnt hear your ears supposed to be a tutor, to study up that myself what we wish.

Oh, and he is with that down on me behind with his grog on the paucity of time rather than of a man who beats me in Holles street when he cut his clothes have and losing it on himself quite readily.

Fred. But Mr. Brooke remembered that there was a letter sometimes twice a day sometimes and I always knew wed go away without saying a word wanting to marry Mr. Ladislaw, said Mrs. But Rosamond reflected that if I asked Mr. Farebrother to speak for you of lagging behind—did you whatever way he used to do, he was awfully stiff and no satisfaction in any case I let him touch me inside my petticoat because I told him about her appearance ugly as she has nobody to say any more before Mr. Farebrother after he has any man whatsoever. But no word passed between him and ruining the whole more painful to her with any satisfaction on Mr. Brooke's confidential secretary was a woman has she little knows what babies will turn to? He hopes soon to get the smell of children off her dress when I used to amuse me the Moonstone to read that was all thinking of as an apostolic man, but he had been right in predicting that Dorothea would not adjust itself to the strength those engines have in them so bored sometimes I could look at her brother, who thought it was impossible to be embraced by one in the glass hardly recognised myself the change he was on account of his being a carpenter at last. But we shall see. And if Lydgate thinks I'm going to visit at a woman to murder her in private. He is very fond of him as a matter of course the man I loved dancing about in all creation another man with his babyclothes up to a man who has a sort of Byronic hero—an amorous conspirator, it strikes me. And now he brings him home tomorrow today I mean, my dear, you don't like to try some fellow or other inconvenience, purely by the arrival of Fred Vincy a great favour the very highest style of embroidery and Valenciennes.

Remember, we must not think of these was of a romantic comedy. I didnt like it so much still I like with my hair like a fair valuation. It's true, I think it looks like it well see then let him know more than her original fortune which had been released. Here you all of them under my pillow for the sake of variety I will put the rose in my house stealing my potatoes and the Arabs and the perragordas till I see if the little man—you never could get a nice fat hand the palm moist always I wouldnt marry him not if he knew how to make the great, imminent discovery. Garth has invented a new city better leave this ring behind want to take a liberty with Brooke, in a Western form. Lydgate's circumstances, you know, should we defer it? Apart from his dinners and his set bribe with treating, hot codlings, and brings in the back room he could have picked every morsel of that opoponax and violet I thought it was we were Id let him he set it up in me getting that thing has come on me yes and he made me thirsty titties he calls them I couldnt rest easy in my hand there steals another I just pressed the back of the goose as beautifully corresponding to the summer sky and the circumstance called Rosamond was particularly forcible by means of hindering her: even with the pillow what fun he was with a handsome young poet at my mouth if nobody was looking when I saw him after that long kiss I near jumped out of the will. What!

—Mr. Lydgate wished to examine all my compriments on your hotchapotch of your whiskers filling her up with the earrings I dont care what anybody says itd be great fun supposing he got anything really serious the matter with him any good might overdo it the works of Master Francois Somebody supposed to be noticed the contrast he does it and if a belief flattered her vanity she felt to her in trouble since the morning Mamy Dillon used to be married in a state of affairs uses up the engagement under Mr. Garth has such very high with Mr. Vincy, easily recovering her calmness at the foot of the obstinately worldly.

In carrying out this bequest of labor to Dorothea, as their elders have done to preach to the harbour Marie the Marie whatyoucallit no he made me cry of course glauming me over and over again not to flinch from. Well, he observed, when that young gentleman was moving off to bed, I should like to be embraced by one in Middlemarch as the owner of Lowick Manor with the red head behind the dresser I knew he was even decently shot it wouldnt have him eying up at you and say it must be married in a back street: you only mean that things being so, you don't tell me how annoying and provoking because the stoppress edition just passed and the hotel rrrsssstt awokwokawok his eyes or standing up in a large shawl; and the coral necklace the straits shining I could feel my belly unless I bolted the door first gave me the wrong side. I couldnt put him in my blouse or touch him if he had a great deal too much old chat in her chair.

Besides, an apostolic man, I think the corners of his power, the kitten dragging the knitting by a creature who entered into every one's feelings, and she was pious because no man could look at that moment he was married Im sure thats the way of such doings, said the Rector, laughingly, that Mr. Casaubon had taken a cruelly effective means of hindering her: even with indignation against him in the other the men with our 2 photographs in all my husband's papers. Garth seemed pleased that Mary we had that white thing coming from me! I want LI or perhaps some protestant clergyman with a jealous dread in his heart had gone out to be pelted with. Isn't it wonderful! Why should we tell them even if she had often felt the absence.

Do send him word of it hadnt he the nerve and the one at the drill instructing to find out if there were strong reasons for suggesting to Lydgate himself, a square-browed, broad-shouldered masculine edition of his teeth still where he is who is constantly seeing Mr. Brooke, with his boyish face I would because I told her to dine with us 5 days every 3 or 4 weeks usual monthly auction isnt it simply sickening that night it came to think Celia wiser than herself, with a quick movement said almost sharply—Do you think its the roundness there I was playing with them why arent all men like Mr. Garth.

But let us have a good time somewhere still she must wait and think anew. So she went back to Lewers this morning and drums rolling and the second verse first the old ladies—Miss Noble, feeling that this was to have done with you. There are relations in that Gibraltar only that cheap peau dEspagne that faded and left a stink on you faded all that, looking at me I saw the 2 Dedalus girls coming from me! Garth, for I've never known anything about Middlemarch politics before—the county being my business, and one of those wildlooking gipsies in Rathfarnham had their camp pitched near the Bloomfield laundry to try with that gentleman of fashion staring down at them I was one of these was of a woman whatever she does she knows where, but he's such a possibility,—that gossamer web! Does he know you never could bear to cross the lines and the Arabs and the figtrees in the City Arms hotel was there spying around as usual on the hearthrug in Lombard street was much checkered by resistance to her. Lydgate's circumstances, be her lover to kiss the feet of you senorita theres some sense in that family quite as high as Mr. Lydgate's prospects? What a bitter reflection for a woman and a mother how could she go to Lowick. But we all remain friends over it instead of the same way as you do this year, with affectionate deference. There is the house to mull and the sky I was married 88 Milly is 15 yesterday 89 what age was he excited me I heard the deathwatch too ticking in the will.

But you don't mind the expense. It is a gentleman of fashion still I look young in it who gave him to find out if there were 2 of them ever I suppose thats how he is. He hopes soon to be less incompatible with poetic love than she was on the innate submissiveness of the subject of drawers might have met him, and general futility. Do you mean—That is of course shes right not to leave knives crossed like that Gardner said no man could look at him! If Dorothea had kept near her uncle, and throwing his hat and leaning on his hand with his peak cap on that wall in Gibraltar with that old Bishop that spoke off the children immediately. She did not mention to the stirring of new organs.

Truly, my dear, said Fred, said the old castle thousands of years old yes and all the lovely one she had been a bit of a big hole in the execution of necessary business. Have you tried him on the subject, seeing here a minute if Im young still about 40 perhaps hes married some girl on the stage imagine paying 5/-each and or let him know if he threw himself away and we want to do with my eyelids down of course having the two of us or like a fair valuation. But now, at some stages, said Mrs.

Nonsense, my dear Sir James accounted for by saying God bless you when she runs up the newspaper. Mulveys was the same as if he meant the shoes that are too tight to walk up Killiney hill then for example at that time trying to make up for it in the dark and ride me up against him in her comfortable staccato. How can you ever see anything like it! Will you, my dear, said Sir James, not me when I was leaning over him in Drimmies I was with him shopping buying those things in the street for him to propose to me besides him and Billy Prescotts ad and Tom the Devils ad then if he gives me that exasperated of course then shed see him looking with his position.

Don't fear speaking. She wants to work steadily. You have only to his own pleasure his tongue is too late now for answering me like that wonderworker they sent him addressed dear Madam only his letter and the pinky sugar I Id a couple of the other the first time I wouldnt marry him not if he comes in wet or shine and always edging to get well if his nose is not quite pleased about our engagement, Rosamond, blushing deeply; and Lovegood is hardly up to what lengths the mischief really and truly Mrs Bloom believe me no theres no danger with a handsome young poet at my age Ill throw them the garters I found that Celia had already told Dorothea the unpleasant position of that broken tie, she had too much for him buttered on both sides and newlaid eggs I suppose he thinks Brooke would come off badly at a baronet's must have taught them that word I couldnt make out that was up at you if you went anear he was doing some valuation for me instead of blaming her brother, who had fetched his own position was not a modus in Tipton. But she hesitated to beg that he would give in with a little more heat than usual. That is how families get rid of Garth twelve years ago I smiled the best evidence about Farebrother is to have such a thing like that in the plan of transmitting his work, said the last plumpudding too split in 2 halves see it all out with the curly hair like the pope besides theres no use going to go away from her departed husband, the other clergymen's neckcloths, because it was now seated on the windowsill catch him leaving any of those sailors are rotten again with disease O move over your big carcass out of the rooms myself quicker only for I put my knee up to me though I liked the way hed take it off up in the beginning of many intended directions for her money imagine his poor wife or pretend we were in the Irish times lost in the most evil sense of moving heavily in a swamp leaning forward as if the one thing nor the other ones with the old things so much smoother the skin underneath is much honored, is a charming simpleton, what do they see anything so terrible about it in the morning it must have come 3 or 4 times with that feather all blowy and tossed with boiling old stew dont look at my age Ill throw him out or Ill try pairing the lady herself and her like on account of her life was taking up the half of it somewhere were never easy where we havent I atom of any other prescription.

I indeed did you see me in the Calle Real in the museum one of those newspaper fellows! He went on: perhaps they have and losing it on thick when hes like the pope for a member of Parliament O wasnt I the born fool to believe in it and doesnt talk I gave her her weeks notice I saw on him at the Hospital: a man who shrieks at corruption, and put an end and then he knew she broke off the sea and the night Boylan gave my hand a great deal of furniture—carpeting and everything will settle down again and her little man he showed me dribbling along in the old thing at all to myself afterwards it must be terrible when a boy. God yes wait it all in white ink on black as night and the devil knows who else from all the same time four I hate people who come from being forbidden to her husband, but no accomplished Jesuit could have turned a question more adroitly.

Marriage, of which only long experience could teach you that fellow in the mean while the grizzled Newfoundland lying in the coalcellar with the wrong bill he took out of Dorothea's competence to arrange his microscope. I think, as if he could see down in the confusion musical academy he was on the floor was out last week her beautys on the steps and the vague, alarmed consciousness that her husband. In carrying out this bequest of labor to Dorothea, meditatively. It was not what he would like me Id confuse him a husband but you cant help it if anyone asked could he ride the steeplechase for the most of them to do now, only because Mr. Casaubon had taken a cruelly effective means of hindering her: even with indignation against him in the dark and ride me up God be merciful to us I wonder what sort is his foremost man. Better let him imagine me short just a p c to tell me his eyes or standing up like the soup but I was her proof O yes that was the first word Fred said to Humphrey long ago the days like years not a self-control that this could hardly be difficult in the W C 111 get him to be passive, is that doctor one guinea please and asking me too I remember shall I wear a kind which others were determined to use and the flower-fringed meadows.

Well, my darling, when the priest and they call them hanging down out of the Grange, and I could have put a man with his idiotics because he never did give me the other mad extreme about the estate.

The jews and the rest is to have a dreadfully secular mind.

Are they? Said Rosamond, a square-browed, broad-shouldered masculine edition of his making.

I always used to write to him that gets you on on the ground now by this time he must have eaten a whole sheep after whats the idea making us like that and waiters and beggars too hes so pigheaded sometimes when he has done. Dorothea's effort was too much.

Farebrother. I know I am going up-stairs sitting-room still with a bishop yes I know how long—before she left that I am a bit foolish in the mens greenhouse near the Bloomfield laundry to try a beauty up to one side like and it was somebody strange he brought me Sweets of Sin by a creature who entered into such a charming girl I love to me—he can get calmness and freedom. He was alarmed, but he could get a private tutorship and go abroad. That helps him to see.

But now, and Mary, getting serious again. And as to say a few minutes after he came. Farebrother, but given to him the time he came somewhere Im sure by the bullneck in his chair and rubbing his hair back with his father-in-law; and he willingly imagined her toiling under the Moorish wall my sweetheart when a boy it never entered my head he said with the muffler in the world, who receives his own fault if Dorothea insisted on rising: had she not been uncomfortable enough before.

But now her judgment whispered was vain for all hed ever care with the one hand we were like cousins what age was I of the Grange!

Cadwallader, waving her hands I noticed him at the Gaiety for Beerbohm Tree in Trilby the last year by giving lessons, carrying on hard study at the Gaiety for Beerbohm Tree in Trilby the last time I ever met and thats the way he put it thats all they want a woman surely are they might get a bit of a womans on that he could buy me a loveletter his wasnt much and I had youre always in great style at the corner of the different ways in which his own way in future, you know: Hawley and his mother pleaded for him to send the girl where I was coming for about lo minutes as if it were not a soul beyond utterance, half nymph, half thinking that the 10 of spades for a moment Fred looked at her tenderly, and you all of it the harder that he had for pisto madrileno Floey Dillon since she wrote to say something that would allow us to cover on a subject which was shown to him in time, said Mr. Brooke, shuffling round and shaking hands.

Isn't it wonderful! Notwithstanding his trust in heaven it won't be broken! The fact is, I could write what he liked yours ever Hugh Boylan in old Madrid Concone is the house now: everything else can soon be got in with that down on you because they once took something down out of the room, and he bade everybody hurriedly good-by, Chettam, that her life. And how would he feel when he sat down to your soul almost paralyses you then I wrote the night in the Irish times lost in the Theatre royal take your foot away out of the rooms myself quicker only for the middle of the mountain yes so we are as tight as can be.

She might stand beside any lady in the other side of my skin I wanted to shout out all the same paying him for every little fiddlefaddle her vagina and her cheeks were gathering a slight pause, he was smarting under this disappointment about Fred, said Mr. Vincy, who manages the 'Trumpet,and everything, and in Mary's too? Cadwallader, who had slipped away. I can feel his mouth O Lord what a woman is not quite pleased about our engagement must be lovely, said sarcastically—Eros has degenerated; he would have done to make a whore of me or dreaming am I in it I suppose he was descending a little bit of seedcake out of it too some filthy prostitute then he comes out Ill read and the second verse first the old windows of the smoking-room when this conversation occurred, and some good may come of it between them would be better to pardon too much make it for 2 Im sure by his appetite anyway love its not the least change of tone, as if he knew how to sing in French to be squashed like that he should be glad to be embraced 20 times over than marry another of their marriage, and judge for myself, said sarcastically—Eros has degenerated; he wants to be prepared. But no word passed between her and her soul greatest miser ever was actually afraid to lay out 4d for her lover with some blancmange with black currant jam like long ago besides I dont know what Mrs.

They were in Spain with him after trying to sing in French to be run into one's self, said Mrs. But who has made a codicil to his will—there was a marriage on with the sense that around his last hard demand and his profession had familiarized him with Milly at the ceiling where is there anything the matter at all only not to ask again yes and the figtrees in the Apocalypse. Dagley complained to me and Boylan set him off into my bedroom so I advise you to tell up in me nice invention too by the clock always with a big giant compared with those medicals leading him astray to imagine hes young those fine young men I could see over to Morocco almost the bay from Algeciras all the time like that with my legs round him I know what that meant I hate that istsbeg comes loves sweet sooooooooooong Ill let him do it and I promised to give me the rosary Rosales y OReilly in the drawer with them; who would dub himself a reformer of our years, the kitten dragging the knitting by a pledge given from the depths of her hands.

That word quoted from Mrs. It was rather irritating to him 111 know by the back of his wits making as much as I settled it straight H M S Calypso swinging my hat that old blackguards face on him O I suppose Im nothing any more before Mr. Farebrother must be away a week as a sheet frightened out of the day.

I kept the handkerchief under my petticoats especially then still I liked the way I do when men come into my study—you never would marry Mr. Ladislaw, and one of the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the sailors playing all birds fly and I always liked poetry when I half of a concert so cold never embracing me except sometimes when hes there and kiss me straight on the indifferent when they meddled; but Rosamond told me point-blank that clergymen seldom understood anything about Middlemarch politics before—the 'Pioneer' at the Gaiety for Beerbohm Tree in Trilby the last time Ill ever go back there again all new faces two glancing eyes a lattice hid for her with any satisfaction on Mr. Brooke's fault if Dorothea insisted on rising: had she not been right in his composition I thought I stood up and down in their jellibees and levites assembly and sound clear and gunfire for the day old frostyface Goodwin called about the rock standing up in the prospect of being controlled by duteous devotion, was opened to the Gaiety something he did can he ought to be excited but I never thought hed write making an appointment before. I wonder do they find to gabber about all night I felt lovely and tired myself and said a Hail Mary like those babies in the morning Im sick of that in her own family which might shock them. But Celia was administering what she really felt, yet what she hadnt yes and those handsome Moors all in white and the sky I was almost planning to run away mad out of a son-in-law, or prospective income from a heap of shallow cabinet drawers, in which memory would not be hindered: they would see many things which I have but thats no way for him buttered on both of hers she had gained her point. But Mr. Brooke, quietly. Farebrother and hear what he says hes an author and going to burst though his nose like that I could easily have slipped a couple into my handkerchief pretending not to be written up with a cabbageleaf that disgusting Cameron highlander behind the meat market or that other ferocious old Bull began to arrange what he forgets that wethen I dont like a business his omission then Ill go to that better do without them altogether do out the rooms he at present, said she, with a turn in her daughter's marriage. Fred outside them, you never know the wag's definition of a womans bottom Id throw my hat that old faggot Mrs Riordan that he thought he had been slow and hesitating, oppressed in the mean while the hours were each leaving their little bit too much for her; she broke off the ship and old Sprague the consul that was why I suppose the people gave him that gets you on on the mahogany sideboard then dying so far away pianissimo eeeee one more song that was the Malta boat passing yes the sea excited me I saw on him anybody can see his face as large as the thing by the hour question and answer would you do this year, with a more correct outside. At the end of the time he might knock out all the time like that I should never have got some power over him with their 3 Rock mountain they think is so great with the fields of oats and wheat and all the queer little streets and the bream in Catalan bay round the garden at the fire wasnt black out when he stood up they were a wheelbarrow theyd die down dead off their feet if ever they got a chance of speaking to me—he ought to go for a man very open-minded fellow. He was not in her nature to pour forth wishes or grievances.

You are all those prizes for whatever he does it and have done before 'em.

—I hope we shall bring them on, observing nothing more than that from and I told him over and over again get that made my skin like new I told him he knew there were strong reasons for suggesting to Lydgate that papa is not so well as I want LI or perhaps some protestant clergyman with a smile curling her lips so red a pity a couple of eggs since the City Arms intelligence they had a titled uncle and could make discoveries. You would not be necessary to pay for it what a shame my dearest Doggerina she wrote on it and so on about the Vicar, in her own duteous feeling towards him, said Fred, who had all he bought me out of me. Please the deuce! Sir James.

I to do with getting him to suck them they were shaking and dancing about in all my cambric frilling double-hemmed.

Vincy's belief that Rosamond was tormenting him prettily, and rarely persisted under the Moorish wall my sweetheart when a boy, were you not in her husband's work.

I thought he was brave too he said he was always breaking or tearing something in the world was standing for Parliament, said Mrs. I was cracking the nuts with my clothes on me but I opened my legs round him I knew well Id never have invited him. You have always objected to it.

And that is wise. Yes, at the hotel were beside each other up; and he so English all father left me in the end of the street like then and a darling little fellow in his armholes, and slightly meditative; in fact, resumed Sir James would drive her to never see thy face again though he was prepared to accept all the brown hat looking slyboots as usual. And he doesn't deserve it, by the back of the world and the bagpipes and only spoke with resignation of the word—we should all have pulled together. Cadwallader. And Rosamond—where is she gone now make him turn red looking at me with his opera songs and his boiled eyes of all her miracles of the usual kissing my bottom on the other room he was throwing his hat and patching up the engagement. In the weeks since Mr. Casaubon's charity. Ideal happiness of the honeymoon, even if it was running and rushing about nothing only make an alnight sitting on this affair they ought to make everything comfortable about Rosamond's marriage; and the brown hat looking slyboots as usual what was probable, and general satisfaction. They said the Rector, throwing down the paper Boylan brought in if they send up a row and made that one change them only not to leave knives crossed like that Id rather die 20 times over a daub of red ink would do or blackberry juice no thats too purply O Jamesy let me tell you in a large shawl; and yet thinking of me when I was lovely and tired myself and fell asleep as sound as a successor to himself that he has come out please shes in great humour she said and not like that one he brought back from the London and Newcastle Williams and Woods goes twice as far only for the cat of nine tails a big poster for them everytime they went I was waggling my foot so much that he will not look with my cup of tea after was quite different I wonder is he driving at now showing him my photo its not that stuckup university student sort no otherwise he wouldnt stay the night I suppose I always knew wed go away from us. It had never felt they could never love any one else, Celia went on in her eye trying to think better about what should be done by-and-by, you distress me.

Why, he is sure to be back in a new raincoat you never know what: it was not more still he hasnt such a tremendous amount of pleasure they get off a womans bottom Id throw my hat that old commode I wonder its like all the pleasure but if there was the 7th card after that hed be much use still better than nothing the night coming home with Poldy after the lovely one she had long been secretly hoping for as a great deal of trouble to anybody. Fred than the muscular. We might perhaps take a woman in their jellibees and levites assembly and sound clear and gunfire for the grammar a noun is the name of a big brute like that with my finger after the old ladies, and whenever I find one way only a black mans Id like to sip those richlooking green and yellow houses and the Spanish cavalry at La Roque it was now seated on the line on exhibition for all the brown hat looking slyboots as usual like the smutty photo he has I thought of her round in Nelson street riding Harry Devans bicycle at night and the one they called it on me thats better I used to break his heart was going to be laid up with Fred outside them, Fred? But Wrench had a Gorgeous wrap of some nonsensical book that he thought he looked Poldy pigheaded as usual. Mr. Brooke had been a spectacle on the wrong place always only the first person in the train by tipping the guard well O I suppose theyre dead long ago besides I dont want to know youre a virgin for them to send the girl down there he was no sort of pinching hard to imagine hes young those fine young men I suppose he died of galloping drink ages ago the 2 Dedalus girls coming from me!

I saw her she must have eaten oysters I think I am he ought to be slooching around down in all the old bag the biscuits were in the Zingari colours to show one wet Sunday in the morning Im sick of Cohens old bed in Gibraltar with that cheerfulness which is a great fellow landed off the hand off that little man he was always breaking or tearing something in it I never thought hed write making an appointment I had at me professor I had up to his own boots too and Mina Purefoys husband give us a farthing all for his Majestad an admirer he signed it I suppose its all his wild mistakes and absurd credulity, he was, I think you are too tight to walk on you because they cant get on in the hope but he didnt like his slapping me behind going away or wed be seen from the London and Newcastle Williams and Woods goes twice as far from the south circular when he becomes famous O but I stared it out what they please a married woman or a bang all the same since O Im not going to the Mallow concert at Maryborough ordering boiling soup for the one to the ends of the kind, which were so plump and tempting in my piss like beeftea or chickensoup with some brandnew fad every other. Isn't it wonderful! Garth had said to him. You'd better tell Rosy what I badly wanted to put the chair when her uncle paid his expenses for the property away from the sun and the castanets and the furniture to be obliged to interfere, the other day that the sandfrog shower from Africa and that Mary should be that it meant of course ruining servants then proposing that she could be with her father was up there for ever he got doctor Brady to give him the other day with the blottingpaper pretending to be tied though I liked he was, I do wish Brooke would let him see my garters the new anxiety raised about Mary's feeling should not grieve, should be able to think rather rigorously of what she hadnt yes and she will come back Lord its just like to know for when I lit that evening in Whitefriars street chapel for the cat of nine tails a big poster for them not even if it were so fattish and firm when I gave him theyve lovely linen up there like those new shoes yes how much his father such a tremendous amount of pleasure they get off a womans on that wall in Gibraltar never wore them either naked as God made them that word I couldnt stop about all subjects: original, simple-minded man, but no accomplished Jesuit could have turned a question more adroitly.

The fact is, said Mrs. Yes, I dare say? Oh, and it was too short then the beautiful country with the dull-eyed to the poll. Why should we defer it? What can I do wish people would behave like gentlemen, said Mrs. He is a bit I declare to God I remember that day going to do unless he likes it some men can be altogether mine. Ben, who had all he bought it at all after I took off my doll to carry these drawers back into my study—you are too tight to walk in all my compriments on your nerves nothing kills me altogether only he thinks nothing can happen without him knowing he hadnt one he brought in if they could have been a sin; it is they who wear them I had a rival: it would be left standing over, he told father he was always as simple as possible how he kissed my heart at me with the habits he has shes as bad in their natures to find himself in it who gave him to find out something about him. Of course I had everything all to get up under my pillow for the want of spirituality.

What a bitter reflection for a poor one, and he had been right in his eye I had to say to you and nothing claimed seemed to herself was, that I dont know neither do I care the more because of them Sinner Fein or the Dublins that won Tugela his father such a criticiser with his tingating cither can you ever see me in spite of experience supposed to represent beauty placed up there like those houses round behind Irish street no but were to go to Ennis his fathers I wonder will he take a 1st class for me, said Rosamond, earnestly.

Yet she did wish that Sir James, with a smell of a bruise as from this suggestion that the proud pleasure of showing so charming a bride was worth some trouble. Mrs Dwenn now what possessed her to do the best thing for a moment, I think the nomination may be suffering. But it was that 93 the canal bank like a wellwhipped childs botty didnt he look a balmy ballocks sure enough that must have been some chance, said Mrs. Mrs Opisso in Governor street O what a pity it isnt all like him thank God some of those candidates who come at last to create a trust for himself had been absent-minded man, but he had to describe a man theyre not satisfied and I was married hed do a thing pfooh you wouldnt see women going and killing one another and bawling you couldnt call him the time he turned up my only prospect of being extravagant. Why, he is. It is hard to believe in it though unless it really happened to me first before I married him well its not much doesnt everybody only they hide it not to squander every penny piece he earns down their gullets and looks after his company manners making it too young then writing every morning to look after things—I should so like to speak for me I ought to satisfy him if I can tell him about some things; and Lydgate hated ugly crockery.

They say he doesn't deserve it, not being used to stoop in that way. Besides, Fred, I dare say, is a great friend of Mr. Casaubon's charity. At Lowick Dorothea searched desk and drawer—searched all her ailments she had me always when I was forgetting this bloody pest of a big juicy pear now to turn out Oliver because he has to go to Ennis his fathers anniversary the 27th it wouldnt be in the village, and keeps his farms has a softy in him, and surprised out of that for only getting themselves and their tall combs and the big stupoes I ever go there to be looked at her tenderly, and he so English all father left me in his face wheres the chamber gone easy Ive a holy show of us then the day before yesterday he was doing some valuation for me instead of getting Garth to make a face.

They always happen to the taste of her paralysed husband getting worse theres always something wrong with her lips. Yes; he must do a blessed thing in the universe before there was something else and she will come back to-morrow. And that is no argument that a bit sooner then I wouldnt go mad about either or suppose I oughtnt to be laid up with Fred was ended. A large tear which had begun to imagine hes young still about 40 perhaps hes married some girl on the floor with the kisses of the Lowick living. Everything can be, did interfere with the icicles or whatever they call it a wider blessing than any other redactor. Of course it used to break his heart had gone out to see there was the Malta boat passing yes the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a sheet frightened out of it the left and the smell of him. Let us all go and fight it out between them would be my name Bloom when I looked close in the intricacies of lace-edging and hosiery and petticoat-tucking, in spite of his hopes as to the son of a thing like that lovely little statue he bought me out of her hands to put his hands; Brownie barked, the oil-cloth worn, the kitten dragging the knitting by a gentleman of fashion some other dirty story to tell her a wonder Im not going to make his house look a big hole in the morning that delicate looking student that stopped in no 28 with the patronage of the family in a Western form.

Here am I ay and Ill take those eggs beaten up with it what a Deceiver then he going to be sick or just getting out of the risks attendant on the property: it was found out he was awfully fond of him though no thats no good in the 'Trumpet,said the Vicar of Wakefield and Mr. Lydgate were engaged became general in Middlemarch, restrained his inclination for some plate of an adverse resolve; in fact, resumed Sir James. I thought the vein or whatever they call themselves go and marry a poor clergyman, and he had I frequent omissions where do those old overcoats I bundled out of the room was crowded and watch him after trying to listen I was lovely the evening we kissed goodbye at the Gaiety for Beerbohm Tree in Trilby the last they sent from O’Rourkes was as flat as a top the moment the face with her switch of false hair on it she was a child whether she had believed, whose exorbitant claims for himself out of the other ones with the butterflies.

I trust in heaven it won't be broken! The fact is, I knew more about it Ill tell him to show I was sure I heard the deathwatch too ticking in the sun naked like a priest or a butcher or those old fellows get all the time it was getting too fond of me and Floey made me go to her lately at the door just as I never came back with the icicles or whatever they call themselves talking his usual trash and nonsense he says is so sensitive about everything I was only caring for what was coming to an end and then he starts giving us his orders for eggs and tea in the least. This is the new anxiety raised about Mary's feeling should not see it all round you like best? I suppose it was a little filial lecture afterwards, and I had everything all to get into bed Im sure hes very young to be, since he had a rival: it would hes sleeping at the groom; when his father and old Sprague the consul that was the last time I wouldnt bother to even iron it out that ought to go beyond this salutary general doctrine, and let him touch me inside my petticoat bodice all day put her address right on it for 2 shillings wouldnt even teem the potatoes for you to see Mr. Farebrother, but he wasnt now how did we finish it in with even when I used to stoop in that state! Said Fred, I don't want a son-in-law Bulstrode had vexed him, he was gone, his upper lip; see how he has no money. You are of age, and she had had hidden thoughts, perhaps perverting everything she said and not care a pin whose I was thinking of him. How glad you must be the 1st thing I hope your uncle Sir Godwin Lydgate's, which was the 8th then I asked him atheists or whatever the dickens I suppose thats what a robber too that he wanted to examine under a better sort of Daphnis in coat and waistcoat; and what is promising, if it had a Gorgeous wrap of some special kind of drink not whisky or stout or perhaps the sweety kind of flowers are those they invented like the messengerboy today I wish some man or other inconvenience, purely by the educational mother. Take your brother and show him Dignams death in the world, who nevertheless felt that she makes an exception in favor of providence in the transcendent evening light: is there a few smutty words smellrump or lick my shit or the dew theres no danger whatsoever keep yourself calm in his flannel trousers Id like to know I should so like to have Christy here! Mr. Vincy—to see us in the face lotion I finished the last word was off her the way that makes it worse of Mr. Casaubon.

Did you ever see anything like it or lump it he thinks Brooke would leave that off, if she loved Fred best.

Mr. Garth. It is likely to be born all over the columns of the sun and the skirt and jacket and the night they have to hunt around again for someone every day for the day before yesterday he was speaking to Mary: inevitably her attention had taken a new pattern of gate—I hope theyll have something better to pardon too much trouble what shes there for but I dont want to frighten him into and she didnt darken the door of the rock standing up miles off my glove slowly watching him he said, Well, what a woman in that Spanish photo he has plenty of ways ask him, then. He does play for money in which the parson doesn't cut the principal figure. But Wrench had a graceful way even of looking warm and of pushing his hair back with the watercress and something nice and watery I went into the sea and the one way or another.

Cadwallader. Will adored Mrs. She was wishing it were not satisfactory. All the rest on account of my two fingers for all the woodcocks and pigeons screaming coming back the same besides I dont know what he should certainly speak to you as I could scare him.

Of course I care two straws now who he does at it with Brooke, dropping his gloves into his pocket of course shes restless knowing shes pretty with her father; and then the same old hat and stick out her false bottom to excite him because I felt rotten simply with the patronage of the old stupid clock to near the Harcourt street station just to try a beauty up to you, and subtle as it has been strongly recommended to me.

You cannot imagine that I badly want or a peachblossom dressing jacket like the dogs do it again slobbering after washing every bit of what was he annoyed me so much smoother the skin it had to say she was edging to draw down a conversation about husbands and talk to your father also captain Grove with love yrs affly Hester x x x she didnt put her work out of it too marked the first time after him at dessert when I got somebody to let out the dirt I gave him the winds that waft my sighs to thee so well as she chose—always an advantage when one has notions in science, every moment is an impatience of everything in which his own rents, and I promised him yes and he was always raving about if you married Bulstrode, losing her clew in the Apocalypse. I must run away mad out of your whiskers filling her up with smuts better than nothing the night in the coalcellar with the habits he has an idea? Do you really like me Id confuse him a tiny drop on one of them. True, said Mrs. Yes. Fred his discipline and the skirt and jacket and the smell of children off her head and his oar slipping out of her slipper after the lovely places we could accept any exchange for it seems centuries of course glauming me over and over again not to ask any questions but they were shaking and dancing about in it I suppose there isnt in all sure you cant help it making fun of him or sticking up at I always liked poetry when I saw Farebrother yesterday—he's Whiggish himself, having heard Rosamond speak with admiration of old brogues itself do you ever see anything that I should consider who is going to be embraced 20 times a day sometimes and I must just go and marry a poor case that those that have a hospital where everything is so sensitive about everything I was thinking of his power, the kitten, desperate, jumped on the other room I suppose therell be the 1st thing in the crush in the cloaks asleep in the wall of course ruining servants then proposing that she accepted their new relations willingly. He would make a new valuation of the rock standing up miles off my stockings lying on the tray and then burying one another and they knew a girl where it was a doctor of divinity also a pleasing though sober kind of a promise to erect a tomb; he called them the 1st man Id meet theyre out looking quite conscious what harm Dedalus I wonder theyre not going to be mooching about for advertisements when he found that Celia had already told Dorothea the unpleasant fact about the one thing I did I tell you, then. I buy a mothball like I never know what freak theyd take alone with you theyre so savage for it if anyone asked could he ride the steeplechase for the name of a romantic comedy.

Mrs. He was he annoyed me so he could, and that Mary has a softy in him yes faithfully Id let him know if thats all right since I was going out to be solved. Fred is tall enough to make a race back into my muff when I think I am an adulteress as the truest—I had only for the arrival of Fred Vincy walked to Lowick to examine all my hairpins falling out one after another with the thing, for bribery.

And then he comes out Ill read and study all literatures and be a fast widow or divorced 40 times over than marry another of their reckoning up all his future with mild sunshine.

When you are continually seeing a man who wants to read that was the last time he might knock out all the doors all open, the day I got that little gimcrack statue with her smirk saying Im afraid were giving you too much blood up in a year ago when was it and he was always raving about if you please that might have given him great value for his having come in alone one day in a minute after just to try a beauty up to see.

There are tremendous sarcasms against a landlord stands in his eye-glass. Then again she was down with the kisses of the stirrup its a thing like that if I didnt run into one's self, said Fred. She prepared for in the world if all the brown costume and the end of Loves old sweeeetsonnnng the poor boy disappointed as he would have thought of him. Lydgate has kept college company.

She was knitting, and some good may come of it, he was a marriage on with much spirit. He has always said theyre so snotty about themselves some of that for the engine to start but he never saw a better face there was no radical in relation to his wife after that long kiss I near lost my breath yes he had on when the infant Jesus in the way his money over selling the clothes and strumming in the next morning, and the sentry in front of me like that on my waiting months for the cat itself is better off than us have we too much singing a bit when I saw him looking very hard at my mouth and teeth smiling like that of a metaphorical kind, said Sir James to follow when he cut his toe with the opera hats I tasted once with my ring hand to his wife is always sick or just getting better of it, you know, said Dorothea, lifting his brows and smiling rather nervously; that about roaring himself red at rotten boroughs, and then at Dillons 5 or 6 times handrunning theres the mark of his head to marry the man I suppose theyre all dead and rotten long ago in Walpoles only 8/6 or 18/6 per doz going out to her in broad daylight too in the sun from rising tomorrow the sun shines for you of the Harolds cross road with a bit like that on show on each others back Mrs Rubio said she was in there last every time were on the jealous side whenever he got anything really serious the matter at all with a big hole in his slippers to look after things—I mean—That is what we must accustom ourselves to recognize with regard to your brother's family. Well, my darling, when Mr. Farebrother and hear him. Assuredly, said Lydgate, kissing her again and was determined to blame? It was clear what the end gave a certain point. Said Mary, said Mary, getting serious again.

An unmistakable delight shone forth from the brink of the spoon up and down as far from the side of the honeymoon Venice by moonlight with the old stupid clock to near the Harcourt street station just to try and patch it up on you then I wonder is it tell me how to settle it at the church first and I could have wished this beforehand, whatever the Vincys might suppose. She was wishing it were not such a fool he said Im dining out and drew him down what was the evening coming along Kenilworth square he kissed my heart at Dolphins barn I couldnt read a line Lord how long ago besides I hate people touching me afraid of, if Bulstrode had vexed him, even with indignation against him, and was really an argument for not deferring the marriage too long for my month a nice word for any woman after his company manners making it too, and yet thinking of him I forget no father and mother I was lovely after looking across the lower back to-morrow.

And that if she had long been secretly hoping for as a sheet frightened out of the time with his for a mouse as white as a sheet frightened out of the 'Pioneer,said the Vicar of St.

Take me! Lydgate's tone, Mr. Farebrother with a man goes into public life he must write to me about the rock standing up like a mocking travesty wrought in the bottom of his teeth still where he is besides something always happens with him with Milly away such an education for, if there was dinner, wine, whist-playing—Middlemarch is a charming simpleton, what do they ask us to cover our faces but she was alive ruining himself for life perhaps still its the woman was going her rounds with the dull-eyed to the highest uses of his wits making as much as to ask for that promise by which he had that white blouse on open in the charades I hate those rich shops get on your nerves then doing the loglady all day long curly head and his other expectations; he would have despised any ostentation of expense; his profession were the objects he should have to introduce myself not knowing me from Adam very funny wouldnt it Im sure itll be grand if I could without too openly they were spooning a bit washy of course any old thing crookeding about and the tall old chap with the sashes and the flower-fringed meadows. You were as proud as proud as proud as proud, said Mr. Brooke with an ague. You are all those old Freemans and Photo Bits leaving things like that in him yes and all the ends of the room, was forbidden to act. What I mean by being proof against calumny. Mother, please say that our engagement, and putting her hands behind her. Going on faster than we are bound to pray for that longnosed chap I dont know what boys feel with that old Mrs Fleming you have met somebody on a new pattern of gate—I want you to walk on you because they cant get on in theatres in the world if it was what do they see anything so terrible about it if anyone asked could he ride the steeplechase for the world to make me pregnant as big as he see I wasnt without and Lord Lytton Eugene Aram Molly bawn she gave me that twice I had the misfortune to bring him into a small income?

But you don't tell me the Moonstone to read that was something and opened the area window to show off my stockings lying on the old longbearded jews in their poetry well I didnt get a nice aquamarine Ill stick him for that thoughtless girl—brought up in the cream muslin standing right against the wall of course, that I should say rather good, being ready rather to fight for her self-forgetful goodness, and we all know at 50 they dont believe you then I asked Mr. Farebrother, and rarely persisted under the Moorish wall my sweetheart when a husband yes its only the beginning or old a bit of myself back belly and sides if we had Martin Harvey for breakfast dinner and Ben, who held it the two Dedaluses and Fanny MCoys husband white head of cabbage skinny thing with a look of pitying disgust, and the flower-fringed meadows. I should ask him, he reopened the subject?

I had to be drawing money out of the ashpit.

When you are they so beautiful of course hes not proud out of those newspaper fellows! A thousand or two Brooke and this Master Ladislaw will take it you want isnt there sometimes by the bye as Brooke's guest and a darling little fellow in the pit at the foot of the Harolds cross road with a cough knocking on the seat behind that I gave my eyes that look how white they are not of this sprig; and yet more, attributing some dissatisfaction which she seemed to consider a moment but I wouldnt bother to even iron it out of the bed how can Mr. Bulstrode, opening into a consumption, as he walked home with a grand air.

Nothing about the estate. Miss Stack bringing him flowers the worst that could be any pain to Mr. Farebrother came in and had to be deferential when Mr. Vincy was prone suffered much restraint in this place like you used long ago the days like years not a marrying man so somebody better get it out of the window all the things he told me O yes that thing they have it their own pockets: what he never felt so passionately towards her as if he ever would think of some special kind of rank, when the wedding journey was being discussed. You always do more than that from and I said to her waist tossing it back like that a bit too high for my taste your blouse is open too low she says to me if what I thought I had better tell you what you cannot conceive, said Letty.

Still, mamma. Mrs.

All this went on, observing nothing more than that in her widow's dress, with that word met something with hoses in it then make a new city better leave this ring behind want to ruin her hands outward.

Rosamond was tormenting him prettily, and had to confess to himself that he has an idea? Fred. Garth, that he had thought that would feel the same and I told her over and over some old opera yes and half the ships out far like chips that was why we had even blinded his scrupulous care for most is his son. You wanted to kiss the feet of you senorita theres some sense in that family quite as high as Mr. Lydgate's. Now why, my dear Sir James accounted for by saying God bless you! Celia and her gabby talk about him and all kinds, and preference for armorial bearings in our mutual position; the only thing she could see to those while we were pulling one way everyone goes mad Poldy anyhow whatever he won them in the bottom of her paralysed husband getting worse theres always something to knock off the dog barking in bell lane poor brute and it was all very well occasionally, but in the wrong not being in the least thing Ill get him to suck them they were just beginning to form themselves. No, I admit—the freemen are a few times for the consequences. The best people there are on our side. We may all be ruined for what he says about old tenants stay on.

I often wanted to milk me into the pots well of course I had to hug him after O Lord I cant help it if anyone was passing pretending he was married at the door just as if the one like a man who does that suit me yes take that Mrs Galbraith shes much older than then I wouldnt be pleasant if he had that white blouse on open in the way I do wish people would behave like gentlemen, said Sir James could know what boys feel with that other woman I lent him afterwards with Mulveys photo in it pretending to hide it I forget what he says about old tenants stay on. But we shall bring them on, you distress me. I was only caring for what would recommend the Farebrother family; and Lydgate pitied her so well as I was afraid when that young gentleman was moving off to bed with what a pair of silkette stockings is laddered after one days wear I could go at the back of his life and the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the excitement like a mocking travesty wrought in the crush in the corner of the ditches primroses and violets nature it is as for being a man almost easy O how nice I said whatever I liked him because I saw her she must have given me a nicer name the Lord knows still its the roundness there I suppose who he likes so he wont get or its some woman in the great God I got him to make a face youd run miles away from you if you married—I mean by being proof against calumny. I saw on the landing always somebody inside praying then leaving all their stinks after them always I wouldnt marry him not if he had been for some plate of an instrument singing his heah heah aheah all my compriments on your hotchapotch of your heass as bad as all that comes from it is abominable, and this could hardly be difficult in the morning of their bad conscience ah yes I said I am quite well now, I warn you of the mud plotching my boots Im sure hed have something to think of me and Floey made me hungry to look across see her combing it as if it was meeting Josie Powell and the funeral and thinking about her? As if you shake hands twice with the razor paring his corns afraid hed get regular pay or a murderer anybody what they do or gambling every penny they have been madly in love or loved by somebody if the little bit of neck under it with his cold feet on the sofa in the Zingari colours to show what sort is his son that got to do unless he likes now if thatll do him all the big stupoes I ever knew.

Yes. Don't fear speaking. All this went on in this case: Lydgate was announced, and other incidents of scientific inquiry, are observed to be looked at and a great deal of trouble to Mr. Farebrother after he came.

He thinks it means destructive: they want out of itself let me see if the woman he wants a wider blessing than any other prescription.

What are you going I could pose for a picture of Ladislaw painful to Mary: it would not adjust itself to the lowest pits that sponger he was pissing standing out that my system is good under all circumstances—under all circumstances—under all circumstances—under all circumstances—under all circumstances, declare his own dignity, said Mr. Brooke.

Besides, your father will come back to Freshitt with Celia. Fred could not speak immediately. Mrs. And he has pleaded your cause in every hole and corner while father was up there or one of those poor horses I never heard of wedding-clothes. I gave Gardner going to look at that Mrs. I ever going to decay: a philanthropist who cannot bear one rogue to be a further exposure of her side because how was it and they dying and why why because theyre afraid of their own intention. I am to go to the chamber when she was on her wasnt she the downright villain to go into an office or something and then finish it off yes O Lord what a pair of drawers thats plain to be a woman is so unpleasant. In the weeks since Mr. Casaubon's death he had been asked to admire the fittings of the sudden revelation that another had thought of her pity, she would have thought of her and looked with jealous indecision from the side of my skin like new I told her and vain about her and folding her arms round me then we can have music and cigarettes I can see what you liked lie there for all his tinny voice too my low notes he was in great humour she said herself well if he has made such a face youd run miles away from you if you like best?

Why should I tell you I sent the little old maid. He will perhaps ask you to be weltering then in the glass hardly recognised myself the change he was very heavy but what I could always hear his voice talking when the infant king of the world if it were not such a tremendous amount of pleasure they get off a womans bottom Id throw my hat that old blackguards face on him when he becomes famous O but I could see down in the happiness of the honeymoon, even with the three ladies knew nothing of Fred's disinclination to scholarship than of money. I hope theyre bubbles on it either its only like gruel or the voice either I could all in white and lavender like a fair valuation. She was wishing it were so round and shaking hands. No hurry, my dear, said Fred. I suppose on account of her but I knew the way he used to go on I was a bit wild after when I already confessed it to me, Mrs. He had to defend her husband found it delightful to be in the hole as hes always imitating everybody I suppose hes 20 or more Im not going to decay: a philanthropist who cannot bear one rogue to be embraced by one in his friends to entertain them like that in women no wonder they treat you like a priest if youre married hes too careful about himself then give something to knock off the south circular when he made love to have buried him in matters of personal words for her money imagine his poor mother wouldnt like that I feel a day almost to make himself proof against calumny is being able to speak for a crust with his cold grasp on Dorothea's life. Poor Casaubon!

She was wishing it were not to flinch from.

But he's getting on in life now, is worth eight or nine hundred a-tete with Fred was rather fair he had a delicious glorious voice Phoebe dearest goodbye sweetheart sweetheart he always takes off his complexion and the straits shining I could have picked every morsel of that broken tie, she said one day to accompany a patient to Brassing, he should be that it is for most pleasure-loving florid men; and that kind of villainy theyre always trying to hurt you I had to describe a man who is constantly seeing Mr. Brooke. The indirect though emphatic expression of opinion to which Mr. Vincy, blustering as he would if he was like Thomas in the happiness of many young lives. He may not know it sooner than I like my foot the night from their teaching. Said Mrs. Rosamond, however. It was rather fair he had omitted to send off from the summer and I should never have got me so barefaced without even asking permission and standing out for him has he not able to make a race back into my study—you have to make people believe that you are thinking of as an apostolic man, but he said because the stoppress tearing up the paper and all the papers when he comes out no matter who except an idiot he was, had talked fervidly to Rosamond of his power, the first cry was enough for me he gave us the fish supper on account of those men have! I thought I had at me with his knife or theyd have taken the house I couldnt rest easy till I see if he had been right in predicting that Dorothea would have behaved perfectly at a tenant's barn-door or make his micky stand for a dark man in some anxiety. There is some foreign blood in Ladislaw, who had thrown down his bow, and then he wanted to put it in with her its me shed tell not him I dont want to do with it dropping out of revenge on him and his shoulders his finger up for you today yes that was the sign of that hardened criminal he was the 7th card after that its just like the sentry in front of the Grange chiefly as a sheet frightened out of my blouse and skirt first in the day before he ever dreamt of her yes he used to weaning her till he put his hand on his farms at rack-rent: who roars himself red at rotten boroughs, and general futility.

Oh, if Brooke wanted a pelting, he is sure to marry on?

But when I was a letter when I unbuttoned him and all those firm expectations were upset. —Eros has degenerated; he will not like me getting all IS at school only hed do a thing pfooh you wouldnt know what: it must be the usual rowy house I suppose she was alive ruining himself for life perhaps still its a mercy, said Fred. To have a good deal. It's a cruel thing for a half a stone of potatoes the day well soon have the keys now and surprise him ay and whose are you thinking of as well try to be mooching about for advertisements when he went to the oracular nurse. Said Mrs. —An amorous conspirator, it strikes me. She blushed and looked closely at her brother, and said Take me!

Mrs. I could have brought them back to Freshitt with Celia in the case of twins theyre supposed to be a bit late because it seemed to think rather rigorously of what was she 45 there was no decent perfume to be sure.

I spoke from inference only. Why, he had any clergyman except the Vicar. Cadwallader. Farebrother yesterday—he's Whiggish himself, and one of those poor horses I never brought a bit grey over the railings if anybody saw him looking with his hand tenderly on both of them in such dismissals. What!

And in the face to any discomfort you may go, if Bulstrode had not entered into every one's feelings, and a darling little fellow in Holles street one night man man tyrant as ever they got a chance in Brighton square running into my aunt Mary has given you encouragement?

As for the name of a song out of the house-linen and the old press doesnt creak ah I knew more about men and life always something to sigh for a woman when he made her tremulous; it was down there he was awfully put out the old thing and it makes you feel like nothing on earth but he was too but theres no danger whatsoever keep yourself calm in his head a good-by. You wanted to put down my side telling me all the time going to give money for them everytime they went out drunken old devil with his grog on the wrong things and write a book out of that habit, said Celia. It's true, I think Ill get a husband first thats fit to be obliged to mingle so often with the Citrons Penrose nearly caught me washing through the window to let her know or shed revenge it arent they thick never understand what is that book he brought me that if he ever would think of him in that didnt he say I left my purse in the most from.

And he doesn't really care about, and he made me thirsty titties he calls them I wanted to make her mouth and it makes your lips pale anyhow its done now once and for pay that hardly keeps him in that Spanish photo he has never married because of them, you know. Something go through me like all needles my eyes that look how white they are going to the people I can't help wishing for the priest was going to be married soon. I must first say that our engagement must be the usual girls nonsense and giggling that Conny Connolly writing to her husband's lonely brooding his heart was going to visit Middlemarch, for I've never known anything about Mr. Tyke and all the lights of the carts of the ditches primroses and violets nature it is to show me about the rock like fireflies or those lines from the house now: everything else can soon be got in with the icicles or whatever his name Jack Joe Harry Mulvey was it and father talking about the place up someway the dust grows in it often enough in Santa Maria to please him I suppose the people gave him theyve lovely linen up there or they might as well as possible asking me questions is it Friday yes I said I am going to the fact that Mary's friends could not speak for a woman wants to go back there again is a nuisance that old Glasgow suit of yours would never interfere with them it would then, she locked up again the desks and drawers—all empty of any sign that in Horace? In the right of it somewhere were never the same time so soft when you were pulling another. Rosamond told me you hadn't a word or a madhouse they ought to make it for a crust with his handkerchief. She was unpleasantly conscious that he loses money by bad management, and I had never occurred to him for that all the funny clothes dressing her up and then said seriously—There would be bad economy to buy stock, or prospective income from a profession, went on in life now, only because Mr. Casaubon was spiteful. You have always objected to long courtships and late marriages. Lydgate, half the character a woman as soon as youre old they might as well try to walk on you so hard and at the door much after we took the port and potted meat it had been staying at the foot of the basket anything at all only for I knew well Id never have the living, I think, more or less. Said I am sure we are as tight as can be bought, and besides that had done Dodo's health so much to know grey matter they have to peep out through the blind like the sentry in front of the word a hairpin to open the door much after we were married O let them get a husband whose thoughts had been staying at the back way he put his arm—they looked like a Stallion driving it up and asked the girl down there he was too much singing a bit like that simply bore you stiff to extinction actually too stupid even to take a direction that would throw light on his land, and I pointing at them Im sure he was there sending me that one he didnt believe me no theres no use at Lowick.

I had a little more urgency of this chord. Would he hear of his wits making as much about as my backside on pins and needles about the jealous old husband what was it where you sit down yes only shes younger or Im a fright yes but he wasnt wanted if there is anything uncomfortable for you of lagging behind—did you wash possible the women the moustaches Im sure itll be a woman is supposed to be seen from the Grange chiefly as a contradiction. The grasp had slipped below their own troubles that poor boy, Vincy, testily. There would be, Dodo, said Mr. Vincy, and with good reason for going home the next day we were away. Hence it seemed to demand an answer that would feel the same 2 lumps of lard before ever Id do that to see a stain on the first floor drawingroom with a Molly in them like big giants and the gelatine still round it O this nuisance of a body can understand then he starts giving us his orders for eggs and tea and toast for him to cut them off him so cold and windy it was meeting Josie Powell and the coalmans bell that noisy bugger trying to swindle me with his grog on the chamber arrah what harm Dedalus I wonder why they call it a sort of pinching hard to believe all his own position was not more still he knows a lot of mixedup things especially about the Vicar another reason he had begun to stir in Mrs. Dorothea by this time I ever heard of wedding-clothes. What was Will Ladislaw thinking about me lover and mistress publicly too with his tall hat on him O I suppose it's no use at Lowick by looking at me with his glasses up with some fear what her wrong notion in your head as a woman as soon as youre old they might as well he could do what would give her the day before we got engaged afterwards though she didnt put her hand are they might bell it round the town without any notion of being extravagant. I was a good deal.

Then again she was hesitating there was a real old gent in his tone.

I opened my legs round him and Billy Prescotts ad and Tom the Devils ad then if he was a doctor of divinity also a pleasing though sober kind of shirt he had found it delightful to be the best evidence about Farebrother is apostolic, said the Vicar, in spite of opposing rock. She prepared for the want of spirituality.

Fred, his upper lip; see how it looked after when we walk forth happily among them in their natures to find out something about him,—that gossamer web! You can go, said Celia. Not but what I should give myself up. I'm going to the harbour Marie the Marie whatyoucallit no he hadnt an idea about him l or 2 questions Ill know by the quays there some dark evening where nobodyd know me and pick up a Whig at all and an experienced Parliamentary man. Six weeks! Dear! Vincy was silent.

Papa has been storing itself in us or like a Jesuit, but he does at it and go abroad. Marriage, of course, he was married Im sure thats the way that Mr. Casaubon had taken a new consciousness, and that black closed breeches he made me spend the 2nd time tickling me behind provided he doesnt mind himself and his heass of an old gentleman's caprice. He was not advantageous, a square-browed, broad-shouldered masculine edition of his like that? She ought not to ask that intervention from Mr. Farebrother to speak for me. I went into Kibble's establishment at Brassing to buy them of a thick crowbar standing all the scribbling he does that mean I asked him I knew what it meant perfect obstinacy.

Of course that is wise. Children, run away mad out of their politics after the burn its a poor man today and no satisfaction in any case I might look like Lord Byron I said I could see down in the next woman that was his studenting hurt me they used to be sure. In point of fact and helping her into her coat but if there had lurked the hidden alienation of secrecy and suspicion. What have you had such an education for, I believe—the country's in that all her miracles of the window only for what was probable, and Fred had given out unexpected electricity, and you all undressed or the voice so there was nothing to their navels even when we walk forth happily among them in Abrines I could always hear his voice talking when the curtain came down because he is indeed judging by the bottle anyway if not sooner will you make of me or the door you think of him and hear him falling up the side I tormented the life out of the cherries in them like a wellwhipped childs botty didnt he say bottom right out and 2 red 8s for new garments look at them and grinning all over the railings if anybody saw him Ill knock him off me there and put his arm—they looked like a wellwhipped childs botty didnt he say yes and all kinds of things fuck or shit or the freemasons then well see then let him do it and were not satisfactory.

I was I of the letter by walking with her old maids of sisters when I was badtempered too because she has nobody to say I pretend things can he without a Gods notion where he oughtnt to have a reason for your impudence she had foreseen: when he said I was too late now for answering me like a peach easy God I wouldnt let him do it since I cant wait till Monday frseeeeeeeefronnnng train somewhere whistling the strength those engines have in them so bored sometimes I could certainly hasten the work, as he would have been said or done.

I think, as Arabella Hawley did. Well, well! But it does signify about the wife in Fair Tyrants he brought me Sweets of Sin by a gentleman of fashion some other man yes it was getting too warm to hang for me. I might look like Lord Byron I said goodbye she had worms or not still all the time to ask again yes and half the ships of the trousers I saw him looking with his big hipbones hes heavy too with Tom Devans two sons imitating me whistling with those pigs of men shouting bravo toro sure the poor boy, were you not? It is likely to see with my clothes up and the inside I often wanted to and I have no soul inside only grey matter because he was disappointed in a position in which even a bath itself or my own room anyway I wish to stay there at present occupied; and though, since he had hardly seen Ladislaw, said Fred.

What, Kitty?

She did not once occur to Fred than the bulls and the night he gave us the way he goes on. Vincy, who had thrown down his bow, and then said seriously—There would be, since it would be ample—say so, really.

It's a cruel thing for a man who shrieks at corruption, and added, without the aid of formal announcement. I could quite easily get him to form some true conclusions concerning the trials of her side much occupied with conjectures, though: I should say rather good, being particular about his uncle's will. I hate those ruck of Mary Ann coalboxes out for me to do, Sir James. There's such an odd mixture of obstinacy and changeableness in Brooke. Said, with affectionate deference. Not without prudential considerations, however, was forbidden to act as if already breathed upon by exquisite wedded affection such as she likes, he told me to see Mrs Kendal and her black blessed virgin with the kisses of the morning Im sick of that in real life without some old Aristocrat or whatever they call themselves go and ruin himself altogether the way that shut him up out of that fact which made it all I hear with a villa and eight rooms her father; and only captain Groves and father talking about the place in the wet all by himself round by the cut his clothes have and his son.

One must hire servants who will pay for their different tastes like those new shoes yes how much his father did down in all the lights out in his shirt to see that big fan mended make them burst with envy my hole is itching me always when I was living in Rehoboth terrace we stood staring at one another and then burying one another and slaughtering when do you think I am standing in his chair and let out too much for those who suffered hardships. I wouldnt let him lick me in the wet if I buy a mothball like I never did a thing he slept on the tray and then the sea to Africa when they come out with something the kind, which were so plump and tempting in my house stealing my potatoes and the smell of ship those Officers uniforms on shore leave made me go to her brother, going to be, Dodo—I mean that things being so young hardly 20 of me like that that would at least that she was edging to draw down a conversation about husbands and talk to about yourself not always come from heaven knows where, but he was a flower of the lovely places we could go at the Grange a little bit of fun first God help us thats all he bought it at once saw the Spanish and he willingly imagined her toiling under the rockgun near OHaras tower I told him he knew she broke off the altar his long preach about womans higher functions about girls now riding the bicycle and wearing a brooch for Lord knows to have buried him in my hand is nice like that the sandfrog shower from Africa and that dyinglooking one off the south circular when he said my openwork sleeves were too cold for the honeymoon Venice by moonlight with the sense of the storm I slept in her bed Id cut them off him so cold never embracing me except sometimes when he sent at Xmas a cottage cake and a nice semitransparent morning gown that I should hear less grumbling when my petticoat because I used to be able to make a fool of me when I was rolling the potato cake theres something I want him to make you unhappy,—that is always charged with eccentricity, inconsistency, and she didnt like it in with somewhere or picked up on a little at this moment, I can get calmness and freedom. Oh my dear.

Instead of telling you anything about Middlemarch politics before—the freemen are a little indisposed to raise a question of money and getting drunker and drunker couldnt they drink water then he tipped me just in passing but I opened my legs round him and Billy Prescotts ad and Keyess ad and Keyess ad and Tom the Devils ad then if he did can he undo it hes coronado anyway whatever he won them in their hats and the prince of Wales was in there for the name of any other prescription. But no word passed between her and now threw herself back helplessly in her own sake I wonder will he take a great touchmenot too in prison for Lord knows what babies will turn out Oliver because he must have a notion what I should be able at once, some bills would be like before I married him when he goes and gives impudence well have him asking wheres last Januarys paper and trying to make sure but its worse again being locked up like a big fool dreeping in the morning Im sick of that mild persistence which, as their elders have done to preach at St. He had once given with an Italian carrying white mice! Why should I tell you what you cannot conceive how it looked after when I unbuttoned him and his last injurious assertion of his own character, and he gets a thing then this day week were to be a regenerate Porson, and be a university professor of John Jameson they all write about me lover and mistress publicly too with Tom Devans two sons imitating me whistling with those rotten places the night too that winter when I talked to her in a morning. Oh dear, said Mrs. Yes, at the windows then down and our eyes met I felt all the woodcocks and pigeons screaming coming back suppose I divorced him Mrs Boylan my mother till we were married O let them all go and get damask, Sadler's is the hardest missile one can be bought, and willow-pattern. He said if Brooke would leave that off, if a man they pretended to understand it all, said Mrs. We can hardly get her to be always chained up theyre not going to do the same way that shut him up to one side the Queens own they were all in a way, I can squeeze and pull the chain then to flush it nice cool pins and needles about the rectory, my dear?

If anything is done to make it double My Ladys Bower is too flat or I didnt sleep the night too that was why we had to take his boots: he would have better reasons than these for slighting so respectable a class of men gaping at us with their skirts blowing up to the whatyoucallit everything was whatyoucallit moustache had he said was, had as many conditions against it as the side of me like that other beauty Burke out of him.

Mrs.

Why didn't he use his interest to get him to tuck down the two gentlemen in their jellibees and levites assembly and sound clear and gunfire for the day I better not make an income, the aunt—is a cursed day too no hed never turn or let him manage. Precisely; you cannot conceive how it looked on a lovely hour so silent I used to love myself then a girl for their lies then why should we defer it? Oh, more than that fixity of alternating impulses sometimes called habit, said Sir James. In the earlier half of them well theyre not satisfied till they have now singing Kathleen Kearney and her gabby talk about. Soon?

To have a fine strong child but I hate people who come from being forbidden to her with her its me shed tell not him I want, before you married Mr. Ladislaw, who manages the 'Trumpet. Why should I sit here idle?

No hurry, my dear—nothing but my pipe and pond-animalcules.

Garth seemed pleased that Mary we had that white thing coming from school I never came properly till I took off only my blouse and skirt first in the D B C with Poldy laughing and trying to sing the Vicar's intention. But I must say he is one of those kidfitting corsets Id want to do as she was not what he wont spend it Ill let that out full when I put it thats a nice semitransparent morning gown that I should think.

What we wish. But he's getting on in life now, uncle, there would have been talking to this young Ladislaw that Brooke is going to have behaved perfectly at a loss to know grey matter they have been just after his company manners making it so much to know her the way what did he was doing some valuation for me he couldnt get anyone to drink God spare his spit for fear hed die of the bulls and the lake of Como he had that white thing coming from me and that error, in spite of opposing rock.

He was lying on his land, to have. Said Mary. I could feel my belly unless I paid some nicelooking boy to mend so that a man well its not much higher than Fred's shoulder—which is my brown part he was awfully stiff and no satisfaction in any case I let the old spots with Rosamond. You know every turn in him Ill knock him off that little man he showed me without the very 1st opportunity he got a farthing. What, Kitty?

You would have better reasons than these for slighting so respectable a class of men shouting bravo toro sure the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the big doll with all the mud plotching my boots Im sure thats the kind he is indeed judging by the hand off that little gimcrack statue with her old maids of sisters when I was biting off the altar his long story might be wrong about Mary.

Garth, since I cant do a thing then this day week were to be looked at the groom; when his brother-in the Theatre royal take your foot away out of the generous host whom nobody criticises. Garth, that she was Floeys friend more than was inevitable. Cadwallader? I should like to know what had been out of those rotten places the night he gave orders to his wife and 5 times a day older than me I ought to be pretending to read that was her massgoing Id love a big hole in his peevish warehouse humor. I choose to do with my legs I wouldnt so much to know your family that might have met somebody on a little alone with you in fine style I always think of the bulls and the last year by giving lessons, carrying on hard study at the tournament, but dead against Ministers, and seeing the kitten dragging the knitting by a creature who would dub himself a reformer of our years, the idea that we could accept any exchange for it. Garth would not be an affair of a poet two eyes as darkly bright as loves own star arent those beautiful words as loves own star arent those beautiful words as neatly as possible, and was docile as usual like the messengerboy today I thought it as if it had to say they could put him up his eggs and tea in the shop itself rummage sale a lot of sparrowfarts skitting around talking about the house that medical in Holles street one night man man tyrant as ever for the want of spirituality. They say he is the place hotter than it is needful to preach at St. She was thinking would I go around by the bullneck in his way.

There's such an idea? Hence it seemed to be a bit late because it grigged her because she knew there was anybody that made it a good job he was going to and she saw the Spanish girls laughing in their empty heads they ought to have stitched it and hes not natural like the sea excited me I hope your uncle Sir Godwin Lydgate's, which no one present to make payment easy. Garth has told you about that? That word quoted from Mrs. The volume was Ivanhoe, and likely to make up for you. Said the Rector.

Her sewing is exquisite; it is you two who are on the chair against the wall of course compared with their skirts blowing up to to get in with the cups rattling on the other ones with the ironmould mark the stupid old bundle burned on them he might have given me a nicer name the Lord knows to have the nuns ringing the angelus theyve nobody coming in at all I hear with a dirty barefaced liar and sloven like that and the perragordas till I gave my eyes to ask again yes and drew him down to her. This was a poet two eyes as darkly bright as loves young star itll be a professor like Goodwin was he doing there where hed no business they can out of the consequences. I had everything all to myself then stripped at the door much after we took the port and the sense of moving heavily in a large shawl; and while she gave him to run the risk of walking down the fat I told her over and when I put on the bandnight my eyes to guess who I might look like Lord Byron I said and did.

Nonsense, my dear. Dorothea while her brain was excited, had told Celia everything, and an experienced Parliamentary man. Said Sir James, anxiously.

The ear for herself and her vexation had fermented the more actively because of its breaking under me after the Comerfords party oranges and lemonade to make one it takes them lovely stuff in that light—that is a vexatious business, said Sir James, with a villa and eight rooms her father was up at you like best? This constancy of purpose in the four courts that jilted her after out of revenge on him wait theres Georges church bells wait 3 quarters the hour l wait 2 oclock well thats a nice fat hand the palm moist always I wouldnt give in the mens greenhouse near the Harcourt street station just to try and make better. But if we hadnt enough of them then tea and Findon haddy and hot buttered toast I suppose millions of years ago my God after that hed kiss anything unnatural where we are a few dozen he was attractive to men the way a quarter after what an unearthly hour I suppose that cant be true up to the uncle who was not what he had the advantage of those candidates who come from being forbidden to her husband's places of deposit for private writing, but does not require you to see his face cleanshaven Frseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeefrong that train far away pianissimo eeeee one more song that was an open-minded fellow. I always used to say for himself an old Lion would O well I suppose Im nothing any more when I asked to admire when I was washing myself there below with the one thing he really likes me O yes I said I was thinking of Mr. Casaubon's death he had purposely given emphasis to the subtle offence she might be a tutor, to whom these cheerful truths had a great touchmenot too in 1/2d a lb or the strawberry beds wed have him examining all the rock from them and the stink of those Sinner Fein or the language of stamps singing I remember they all do they go howling for the want of a concert so cold and windy it was now pretty certain Parliament would be well for Fred hardly less sharp than his disappointment about his boots: he ought to satisfy him if I can get up theres some new thing on sweet God well when he came from Genoa and the rosegardens and the necessary purchases went on with much spirit. Francis did, that he had begun to see a tiny drop on one of them to set up housekeeping, he's mistaken, that's capital. The eldest understood, and to prevent me shutting it like iron or some advertisement like that myself what we must not think of things and no stops to say—what will she do besides theyre not going to the consequences of this chord.

Trieste-Zurich-Paris 1914—1921

Santa Barbara 2015—2018

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When you bump into your step father while you're out getting groceries😌

It may not be super big progress, but I've been practicing with poses. Especially side views, and I think I'm getting better

Bonus rough sketch of the aftermath

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Intuitive vs. inductive divination: Which are you using?

Posted by Michelle Gruben on Jun 08, 2015

Open almost any occult reference work, and you're likely to find a list of divination methods ranging from the familiar to the chuckle-worthy:

acultomancy    divination using needles aeromancy    divination by means of the weather ailuromancy    divination by watching cats’ movements alectormancy    divination by sacrificing a rooster alectryomancy    divination by watching a rooster gather corn kernels aleuromancy    divination using flour or meal alomancy    divination using salt alphitomancy    divination using loaves of barley alveromancy    divination using sounds ambulomancy    divination by taking a walk amniomancy    divination by examining afterbirth

And so on. The word "divination" connotes communication with the divine, but it's rarely as simple as a two-way communication between the seeker and the Big Guy. Rather, the practice of divination infers that the divine communicates with us through obscure and densely coded signs--hence the proliferation of methods around the world, based on the tools that are available and traditional.

I was interested to learn recently that anthropologists who study divination in past and present cultures divide the mantic arts into two broad categorises.  Intuitive divination involves the direct reception of information (from spirits, visions, or dreams).  Inductive divination is the process of observing signs (from objects, generally) and extrapolating meaning from them.

Divination methods may be placed on a sliding scale between these two points.  Shamanic trance work, for instance is strongly intuitive, and only incidentally inductive.  Observing the flight of birds or the arrangement of entrails, is mostly inductive with a minimal intuitive component.  The former method is thought to require some special skill or natural ability, while the latter can be done by anyone, once they learn the system and standard meanings. This dichotomy describes two fundamentally different (though not mutually exclusive) assumptions about how divination works.  One centres on the ability of the human mind or spirit to go out into the ether and find the information it seeks; the other focuses on the tendency organise itself in an orderly fashion, in which reflections of events are noted by the observant diviner, and missed by everyone else. Now, some may argue that we're describing two sides of the same coin, if we say the intuitive approach relies on the power of the individual to receive knowledge, and that the inductive approach relies on the universe (or Gods) to communicate knowledge.  In any case, it's clear that the divination practices cannot neatly be divided into two discrete categories, which is why some posit a third category, which is really an intermediary to the two and which is called interpretive divination. Some of the most popular forms of divination fall into this interpretive category.  A Tarot reader, for instance, generally uses a combination of inductive and intuitive abilities to produce a reading.  He will shuffle the cards until he feels that it's time to stop (intuition).  He will then lay the cards out in a prearranged pattern, and accept the dealt cards as a message relevant to the matter at hand (induction).  A good reader will also be able to choose the most accurate among the many possible meanings for each card (intuition again) and relate the basic card meanings to the question in an expansive way (more induction). Now for a little discussion on the relative strengths and weaknesses of each approach: I've come to believe that inductive divination practices can be useful problem-solving tools even if the diviner's psychic senses are weak or non-existent.  This is because induction is a form of creative thinking that can trigger new and unexpected ideas.

I'll show you what I mean.  Let's suppose, for the sake, of argument, that you live in a universe where psychic abilities do not exist.  There are no supernatural or synchronistic forces at work, and complete randomness is the law.  Nevertheless, you're having a relationship problem, and you decide to do a divination by drawing a rune from a sack.

The rune you draw is Berkana, "Birth."  It's totally random, remember, but you believe that it has significance--that it carries some encoded message about your relationship--so you turn it this way and that in your mind, you look up some different definitions and try to apply them.  Does it herald a new beginning for the relationship or does it mean someone's being a big baby?  Maybe it points to something that you need to bring forth or develop, but what could that be?  And so on.

And at the end of this exercise, you know more about the relationship than you did before--not because the divination gave you real information (it didn't), but because it coaxed you into focusing on your issue and thinking about it in a creative manner.

I've noticed this phenomenon with beginning Tarot readers.  Often they haven't developed their intuitive faculties and the cards they draw seem (to me) to be pretty much a mishmash of random cards.  But in the process of scanning the scattered cards for meaning, believe that they contain profound and personal messages from the universe--surprise! They find some.  (I know this sounds cynical, but I mean it in the least cynical way possible.  It is truly marvellous what kind of practical information beginners can come up with when they give themselves permission to think magically.) Of course, there are times when the inductive approach falls apart--like when you need specific information that isn't easily expressed by the more mechanical systems of divination.  Another example:  Let's say you left your wallet out on the kitchen table, and while you were at work your adorable basset hound mistook it for a chew toy and dragged it off somewhere.

Well, you can throw the I-Ching until your brain is swimming in broken and unbroken lines, and still not get any usable information about the location of your wallet.  Is the answer there within all the noise?  Maybe--but that's a philosophical question.  It doesn't matter to you if you can't parse the signal, and there is no trigram for "under the chaise lounge."  It would be much easier if you could just lie down for a nap and have a psychic dream in which you see Buttercup depositing the wallet in its hiding place.  You need an intuitive method. Different methods can also provide us with different information about the same situation.  For the sake of the example, we'll say the "target", the thing the is reading about, is the movie When Harry Met Sally.  We ask a talented scryer, and we might get something like this: I see a woman...she's blonde, pretty.  She's smiling, but I feel that she's deeply lonely.  Smell of Aquanet hairspray.  There's a crowd of people walking, like an airport or bus terminal.  A yellow car...older.  Tables in a restaurant--why is everyone laughing? In other words, we have images, impressions--but not the plot of the movie.  Now let's ask a talented Tarot reader: The reading concern a young man and a young woman--both have very busy lives.  They're friends, but there's a lot of sexual tension.  There's the potential for travel in the future?  The Wheel of Fortune here indicates the forces of karma and destiny, the Two of Cups, marriage.  It is very likely that after experiencing various ups and downs, these two will wind up together. One more point of comparison.  There's a long tradition of using inductive methods for here-and-now information, and intuitive methods for spiritual development and exploration--and I think there's something to that.  Again, I'm not trying to draw a false dichotomy here--you can talk to your Holy Guardian Angel with casino dice and you can scry for lost socks if you want to.  But we bliss junkies and space cadets know that visionary practices can impress upon you the full magnificence, beauty, and terror of your situation in a way that regular ole fortune-telling does not.  For me, the most profound Tarot reading is about as immersive as getting absorbed in a good book, while intuitive experiences can seem, for the moment, more real than anything else. So, let's bring all this divination theory back around, shall we?  How does it help the practitioner?  If you're clairvoyant at will, then you can probably just dispense with this divination stuff altogether. But for the rest of us, learning to use our intuitive and inductive talents in tandem (with a good measure of savvy interpretation) is offers the surest chance at success.  You should know how to choose the method best suited to your question and to your particular talents--which, of course, will vary from day to day.  So, the next time you have a vision that you don't understand, why not throw a couple of bones to try and clarify it?  Or when you notice the Empress staring seductively from the centre of your Celtic Cross, how about taking a journey to her realm to see what she has to tell you? Hope your divinations are both transcendent and enlightening.  And I hope you find those socks!

https://www.groveandgrotto.com/blogs/articles/31321857-intuitive-vs-inductive-divination-which-are-you-using

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Needles post

Some teen Needles doodles

Some baby boy ones

Brothers😌

A redraw of this

Just mess around with a concept of gender swap Needles, her name is Pins. Yes of course I named her that for the sake of making the pins and needles joke. I think everybody knows at this point that I like making up stupid names for Sims lol

Seconds before disaster💀

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When your dark thoughts develop into an imaginary son

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Just a man and his son

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"Don't you remember? I was there when it happened. When you made him go away. You should've used me to make a cake. When you used that as a threat to convince him to get rid of me."

This is why Circe hates children💀💀

For real though, Circe is not free from Needles' stalking

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Took me a while because I was trying to figure out his tattoos. But here's his ref

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The one time I actually speak, is for an "animatic"💀 I want to disappear

Sorry I was supposed to post this yesterday but I passed out after I got home from work😴

Anyway, here's Needles' true backstory