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Poor multiply raped Litzie became capable of speech, her first utterance consisting of words of thanks to Mrs. Hodge for speaking for her, during all of those mute and lonely years.
elson farwell
Mrs. Hodge, dear woman, accepted Litzie’s thanks with a dull nod, looking down in wonder at her own newly restored hands and feet.
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Those miraculous transformations among us notwithstanding, Mr. Lincoln was not stopping.
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At all.
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On the contrary.
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Seemed to be walking faster than ever.
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Intent on leaving this place as quickly as possible.
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Ah, me, mumbled Verna Blow, whose restored youthful beauty struck me as wonderful, even in that moment of colossal defeat.
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LXXVIII.
I called for the Bachelors, who came at once, and hovered above, dropping down (in their dear and naive mode of attentiveness) tiny graduation caps, as I explained that we were in a desperate situation, and asked them to go forth across the premises and bring back whatever additional help they could enlist.
How exactly would we say it? inquired Mr. Kane.
We aren’t exactly “kings of words”! said Mr. Fuller.
Tell them that we work to save a boy, Mr. Vollman said. Whose only sin is that he is a child, and the architect of this place has, for reasons we cannot know, deemed that, to be a child and to love one’s life enough to desire to stay here is, in this place, a terrible sin, worthy of the most severe punishment.
Tell them we are tired of being nothing, and doing nothing, and mattering not at all to anyone, and living in a state of constant fear, the Reverend said.
Not sure we can remember all that, said Mr. Kane.
Sounds like quite a commitment, said Mr. Fuller.
We’ll defer to Mr. Lippert, said Mr. Kane. As he is senior among us.
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Although, in Truth, we Three were all of the same age, each of us having come to this Place in the midst of his twenty-eighth Year (unloved & unwed, as of yet), I was indeed, technically, the Ranking member of our little Party, having been here first (& Lonely) for near nine years, at which time I had been Joined by Mr. Kane (deliver’d here by the untimely occasion of an Indian Lance piercing him in the buttocks), after which Mr. Kane and I became an Inseparable Duo, for nearly eleven years, at which time that Young Cub, Mr. Fuller, having made an ill-advised drunken Leap off a Delaware silo, completed our Trio.
And it seemed to me, having given it my Consideration, that it was not in our best Interest to get involved, for this Affair had nothing to do with us, & might Threaten our very Freedom, & burden us with Noxious Obligations, & constrain us in our Endeavor of doing, at all times, Exactly what we Liked, & might even exert a Deleterious Effect upon our ability to Stay.
Terribly sorry, I shouted down. We do not wish to, and, therefore, shall not!
stanley “perfesser” lippert The hats the Bachelors sent down now were bowlers: black, somber, funereal, as if, for all their habitual levity, they understood the gravity of the moment and, though they had no intention of lingering, regretted not being more helpful.
the reverend everly thomas But their sadness did not last long.
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They sought love (or so they told themselves); and hence must always be in motion: hopeful, jocular, animated, continually looking and seeking.
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Seeking any new arrival, or old arrival overlooked, whose unprecedented loveliness might justify the forfeiture of their prized freedom.
the reverend everly thomas So off they went.
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“Perfesser” Lippert in the lead, we embarked on a merry chase across the premises.
gene “rascal” kane
Flying low over hills and paths, proceeding at speed through sick-houses and sheds and trees and even a deer of that other realm.
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Who, startled at our nearly simultaneous entry and exit, reared up, as if bee-stung.
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LXXIX.
In discouragement, individuals began to abandon Mr. Lincoln.
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Bundling themselves into fetal balls, and tumbling out.
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Vaulting out, with gymnastic flair.
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Or simply slowing slightly, allowing the President to walk out of them.
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Each fell prostrate upon the trail, moaning with disappointment.
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It had all been a flim-flam.
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A chimera.
the reverend everly thomas
Mere wishful thinking.
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Finally, passing J. L. Bagg, He Lives Now Forever in the Light, even we three dropped out.
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First Bevins, then Vollman, then I.
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Falling out in sequence along the path, near the Muir memorial.
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(A cluster of angels, fussing over twin boys in sailor garb, who lay side by side on a slab.) roger bevins iii