I went to her rooms to-night. 9
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THE UNTIMELY DEMISE OF RAY PLOTE
Later that night after the dishes were washed and the
garbage taken out, Lucy and the Beck's natural daughter
retired to their shared bedroom. ‘Why not a French flag?’
‘Because I don’t believe that fool Pottiswick could tell French from Arabic,
even if he heard it as he says he did—which I take leave to doubt. ”
“That is exactly what I feel. Joyous, she felt the need of physical expression; and her body began to sway
sinuously, to glide and turn and twist about the room. A thickly-set, sandy young man, with an
unwholesome complexion and grease-smooth hair, had entered the room. Tum, tum, tirray, tum, tum, tum, te-tum—that thing of
Mendelssohn’s! If making one human being absolutely happy is any satisfaction
to you—”
He held out his hands, and she also stood up.
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