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Nell stood by the gate and watched him till he joined his friend, and, in spite of the faster falling rain, she watched him still. Before they reached the bend of the road Ted turned his head; she waved a gay hand to him, and he, hesitating for a moment, wheeled round and bicycled back. "Did you call me, Nell?" he said. Of course she had not called.
On an average he must have bicycled twenty or thirty miles between breakfast and dinner, which is not bad work for a literary man accustomed to spend most of his time at his writing-table and the rest in society. Unknown to himself, he was fast becoming one of the sights on the Versailles road, and the men at the octroi station grinned when he went by, and called him the crazy professor.
I don't think I am old-fashioned, but I am sure my own dear little girl, if she had ever come to me, would not have bicycled; and though I had no wish to put any unfair restraint on Tabitha, still I did not want her to have a bicycle.
Rome, as perhaps only Venice, is an organic city, almost a living being; its genius loci no allegory, but its own real self. March. Valmontone, on the railway line to Naples, to which we bicycled back from Segni a savage village on a hill, pigs burrowing and fighting at its foot and on its skirt a great stained Palazzo Farnese-like palace.
March 30. Appalling morning of wind and dust; I bicycled in agitation of spirit to Domine quo Vadis. A wretched little church, no kind of beauty about it, full of decayed, greasy pictures, and, far better than they, penny coloured prints of the Saviour and Infant Baptist, and of the Life and Death of the Religious and the Irreligious Person about 1850, both in high hats and tail-coats.
We had studied together at a computer school in Los Angeles and, back in 1982, we had bicycled from San Luis Obispo to Monterey, California. I missed Alexander and Marty and Elizabeth and Carl and Karen and Jeff and... I missed my brother. Dan had already left Chinmoy to join Rama's Centre in San Diego.
Murch with professional stolidity. "I happened to be on leave with the Missus at Halvey, which is only twelve mile or so along the coast. As soon as our people there heard of the murder they told me. I wired to the Chief, and was put in charge of the case at once. I bicycled over yesterday evening, and have been at it since then."
What a lot of bluster professional authors make over the writing of a book they should have had the necessity every businessman knows for sticking eternally to it, and experience in a newspaper cityroom as I had. Just before luncheon an overworked looking police constable bicycled over with designations of the areas each of us is responsible for.
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