vendredi 29 décembre 2006

829 : His goggle eye

Shrill shriek of laughter sprang from miss Kennedy’s throat. Miss Douce huffed and snorted down her nostrils that quivered imperthnthn like a snout in quest. — O! shrieking, miss Kennedy cried. Will you ever forget his goggle eye ? Miss Douce chimed in in deep bronze laughter, shouting: — And your other eye ! Bloowhose dark eye read Aaron Figatner’s name. Why do I always think Figather ? Gathering figs, I think. And Prosper Lore’s huguenot name. By Bassi’s blessed virgins Bloom’s dark eyes went by. Bluerobed, white... [Lire la suite]
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