Utorak, Februar 01, 2011

he shakes his

he shakes his head knowingly, thrusts his hands deep into his breeches pockets, smiles with an air of great consequence. Where did ye raise the critter. Devil of a feller ye be, brodereque. Says a young sprig, giving his hat a particular set on the side of his head, and adjusting his eyeglass anew. Ye aint gin her a name, in all the showin, he continues, drawlingly. That gal. She aint worth so much, ater all. Shes of marstons stock ellen juvarna, i think they call her. Shes only good for her looks, in the animal way,thats all.

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