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Not Local Color
… in the Straw Pen. By John Fort. New York: Dodd, Mead and Company. $2.50. A Calendar of Sin. By Evelyn Scott, New … goods and chattels from Virginia to Kentucky,. Even in 1826, when the story proper opens, there is a rift in the … of the volume. “Red Leaves” is one of the few successful studies of terror in my acquaintance— more successful, for …
Delilah and Mr. Bircumshaw
… will suffer with head up and with dreamy eyes. I nearly died of laughing.” She spoke of Mr. Bircumshaw, who darted a … Men.’ You should have seen him, Mrs. Gillatt. With his face coming out of that white forehead band, and the cloth that … She lay a long time thinking, before she fell asleep. 257-266 By D. H. Lawrence …
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Knock, Knock
… Knock, Knock Heiko119 | Dreamstime.com  It was just for the summer. And when he came back from … walls toward her head, just the inside of the teepee that points up and up toward a sky filled with crickets and … on the phone with “This is she” and saying “dissect,” not “die-sect” like most everyone did. These were the things her …
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Towards You
… in the earliest and dimmest stage . —Martin Buber The petals of the dogwood trees are an inflamed guilty pink. Aztec … may be no resistence to this day’s vividness. Clarity must complete our sacrifice. The naked sun in his feathered cloak …
Night Talk
… original purity, infant cheeks. Two-in-the-morning you become a lawyer, “you” meaning me as well, arguing a case … try to end it in a joke, to see us as characters in a sitcom, and I pin the joke to the wall over our bed. Let’s look … on to tell me how my moustache makes you cringe. “It’s so false, like your voice, oh, you can be such a poseur,” you …
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… But he trained her well in North Carolina and then recommended her to the newsmagazine, She had wanted to be an … yet another notch. Thank you, thank you. God bless. The audience of women received these comments in shocked silence. … to protect herself he kissed her fingers and danced away. 626-639 By Ward Just …
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