Leyland
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2010年 3月 22日 (月) 20:45:22 JST
Reet one day early in February, Jerry had said, "I am going to run over to London this week. Shall I take your best to Barry?" Mary's eyes had met his squarely. "Be sure you take _your_ best, Jerry," she had said. He had laughed his defiance. "Barry's all right--but you've got to give him a little rope, Mary." When he had left her, Mary had walked on slowly, her heart filled with foreboding. Barry was not like Jerry. Jerry, coarse of fiber, lacking temperament, would probably come to middle age safely--he would never be called upon to pay the piper as Barry would for dancing to the tune of the follies of youth. She wrote to Gordon, warning him. "Keep Barry busy," she said. "Jerry -------------- next part -------------- $B%F%-%9%H7A<00J30$NE:IU%U%!%$%k$rJ]4I$7$^$7$?(B... $B%U%!%$%kL>(B: $BL5$7(B $B7?(B: image/bmp $B%5%$%:(B: 10397 $B%P%$%H(B $B ＠ bL@(B: $BL5$7(BDownload
