“Why aren’t you in Orchestra, Lucy?”
“I just. He winced from the wasp-like sting. ”
“You weren’t rude,” she said. There MULSACK and SWIFTNECK, both prigs from their birth,
OLD MOB and TOM COX took their last draught on earth:
There RANDAL, and SHORTER, and WHITNEY pulled up,
And jolly JACK JOYCE drank his finishing cup!
For a can of ale calms,
A highwayman's qualms,
And makes him sing blithely his dolorous psalms
And nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles
So well as a draught from the Bowl of Saint Giles!
"Singing's dry work," observed the stranger, pausing to take a pull at the bottle. They found out Cris had some
sort of criminal past, more child abuse stuff of course. “Me and my bright ideas. ”
“Kitty is wonderful,” said another. In military
circles, highly exaggerated tales of Major Alderley’s derring-do were bruited
from lip to lip and passed on to raw recruits to strengthen morale. She found herself mildly entertained by staring at the
houses through the rain as she walked home, all cast in a
gray blurry film noir gauze of rain.
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