[q-lang-users] Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination
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From: caleb n. <eye...@co...> - 2006-05-18 10:11:24
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<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> <html> <head> <title>defense laboredly</title> <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=us-ascii"> </head> <body> <b>Hail!</b><br> <div align="center"> <IMG src="cid:0ce1f627a89b$53d40ce1$f627a89b@makenzie" border="0"><br> <strong><font size="5" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"> comisarovnety<font color="#CC0000">[dot]</font>com</font></strong><br> <br><br>---- <p>He had only five birds in his game-bag when he walked out of the marsh towards the alders where he was to rejoin Stepan Arkadyevitch. Before he caught sight of Stepan Arkadyevitch he saw his dog. Krak darted out from behind the twisted root of an alder, black all over with the stinking mire of the marsh, and with the air of a conqueror sniffed at Laska. Behind Krak there came into view in the shade of the alder tree the shapely figure of Stepan Arkadyevitch. He came to meet him, red and perspiring, with unbuttoned neckband, still limping in the same way. "Well? You have been popping away!" he said, smiling good-humoredly. "How have you got on?" queried Levin. But there was no need to ask, for he had already seen the full game bag. "Oh, pretty fair." He had fourteen birds. "A splendid marsh! I've no doubt Veslovsky got in your way. It's awkward too, shooting with one dog," said Stepan Arkadyevitch, to soften his triumph. Chapter 11 When Levin and Stepan Arkadyevitch reached the peasant's hut where Levin always used to stay, Veslovsky was already there. He</p> <br> </div> </body> </html> |