cleaning up so well (jones_casey) wrote,
cleaning up so well
jones_casey

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tuesday lxxxii

and now, sir, we are upon the hour when it better beseems a virgin queen to be abed than to converse alone with the naughtiest of her subjects.

chaka the king slept and dreamed that he lay dead, and that one of you, the princes, wore his royal kaross."

contradiction! said dionysodorus; why, there never was such a thing.

nor can the same rider be always served by the same equerry.

and adding action to word, the fat guardsman knelt down on one knee and kissed madame hulot's hand, seeing that his speech had filled her with speechless horror, which he took for hesitancy.

my lying beside them, though a thing not to be wish'd, yet there was nothing in it so terrible which the imagination might not have pass'd over without torment.
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