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Showing posts with label ultimate replica. Show all posts

Monday











he needles the squall block
he roams in a walkout and on
he wound without a thought
he bucked and judged
a spirit can be deemed denied
a moustache might revive
bunchy pane in cramped grass
he makes a present of himself
or just up and acts out as if onto
this beautiful day again so
he knows it means him without having
to run to him for help

Thursday

F the work of his whole lifetime--to secure his son's appointment.
So Chesnel lept, full of confidence, on the resolve to go to M. Blondet and offer to realize
his so long cherished
hopes,
while he opened his eyes to President du Ronceret's treachery.
Blondet won over,
he would take a peremptory tone with the examining magistrate,
to whom the whole thing should be shown in the light of
a boy's thoughtless escapade.
But Chesnel slept neither soundly
nor for long.
Before dawn he was awakened by his housekeeper, the most bewitching person in this history,
the most adorable
youth on the face of the globe,
in man's attire,
had driven alone from Paris in a caleche,
and was waiting to see him.
"I have come to save him or to die with him," said she, addressing the notary, who thought he was dreaming.