 Wysłany: Śro 14:13, 16 Lut 2011 Temat postu: On the Makaloa Mat LondonJack Published bbaahjhn |
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roamed over to the window. As usual with hardy country dwellersit was tightly shutand a thick wedge of paper had been rammed in to keep the sash from rattling. He removed this and flung up the sash. The wind rollicked inladen with peaty moor scents. He drank it in gladly. It was good to see the jolly old sun after all--he would have hated to die a sticky death in Peter's Pot. For a few minutes he stood therereturning thanks vaguely in his mind for the benefits of existence. Then he withdrew to finish dressing. The wad of paper was still in his handand he was about to fling it into the firewhen a word caught his eye. He unrolled the paper. As he read it his eyebrows went up and his mouth pursed itself into an indescribable expression of whimsical enlightenment. Bunterreturning with the hot waterfound his master transfixedthe paper in one handand his socks in the otherand whistling a CHAPTER XII122 complicated passage of Bach under his breath. Bunter said his lordship for they took up positichristian loubitan bianca don'tyouagreewithmeMr.Last, I amwithout exceptionthe biggest ass in Christendom. When a thing is close under my nose I can't see it. I get a telescopeand look for the explanation in Stapley. |
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