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Pan

Chapter 2 No.2

Word Count: 623    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

ith his happiness-stand up somewhere and look out straight ahead, laughing quietly now and again, and looking round. What is there to think of? One clear

dulness and poverty of mind; one can sit in the middle of a ballroom and be co

e, but not for any joy or pleasure, only to pass the time. ?sop was with me; he sat up listening, and I stopped humming and listened as well. Voices outside; people

in here ti

ot

a diamond clasp. Long, pointed shoes he wore, too, that looked somewhat affected. I gave him good-day. It was Mack, the trader; I knew him

up to the mill, but had to turn back. Ever see such weather-wha

arded man who was with him; a doc

sop in a whisper. I noticed her jacket; I could see from the lining and the buttonho

her veil, and went on whispering to

as ?sop? All I can remember is that he wrote f

ak of, about fifteen or sixteen, with long, dark hands and no gloves. Like as

boats at any time if I wanted-only let him know. The Doctor said nothing at all. When

had made no difference either way to me; the one thing I remembered best of all was Mack's wet sh

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