Subject: apparently gunk

From: "Joey Proctor" <[email-masked]>
Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2006 12:41:41 -0600

Banford stood on thetop of the bank, just over the fence, looking down on the otherthree.
Cycled over from Salisbury Plain, have you?
There was something strange about the boy as he stood there soeverlasting in the doorway.
For oh, she felt suddenly so safe with him. And he kissed her gently on the mouth, with a young, frightenedkiss. Andin her dark, vacant eyes was a sort of wound, and her face looked alittle peaked. Verily, in her own small way, she had felt herselfresponsible for the well-being of the world.
It was broken by March asking, in a rather small tone:What time is it, Jill?
But for Gods sake dont cause anytrouble of any sort. If only you did just this, that, and the other.
March did notwant to go on with her hitting while he was there. But she was so tired, so tired of everything. The Banford would have little iron breasts,he said to himself. Why, Mr Grenfel, whom youve heard us tell about, father, saidBanford coldly.
She is a delicate little thing, perhaps nobody but meknows how delicate.
Ishould like to feel Id got somebody there, at the back of me, allmy life.
After a long time he stooped to her and took her hands. Ive never met one I really wanted for good.
She WOULD be an independentwoman to the last.
There was a bit of yellowness where the sunwas fading away beyond the low woods of the distance.