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Updated: May 28, 2025
She talked less much less than other little girls, because the Church Street house was not a place to encourage conversation. She liked her aunt rather better than her uncle, who was an untidy, not to say smelly, person, who sat dozing in the kitchen much of the time, a few strands of long gray hair vainly trying to cover the baldness of a blotchy head.
About five that night, we reached the ruined village of H , and I got my first sight of the awful destruction caused by German Kultur. Shells were constantly whistling over the village and bursting in our rear, searching for our artillery. These cellars were cold, damp, and smelly, and overrun with large rats big black fellows. Most of the Tommies slept with their overcoats over their faces.
Something had gone wrong with the big cabin stove, due to our wild running, I fancy, and the steward was compelled to let the fire go out. So we are getting a taste of the hardship of the forecastle, though in our case everything is dry instead of soggy or afloat. The kerosene stoves burned in our state room, but so smelly was mine that I preferred the cold.
Because I couldn't face the disgust of him coming home dirty and smelly and saying filthy things to me and sleeping close to him. Andrew," she called to the baby, who looked at her solemnly and went on playing with the little pebbles at his feet. "Listen, darling, what mother's telling you.
"No, I haven't been painting here all that time. In fact, I came here only this morning. The president of our local shifted me down here for for reasons. I'm a real painter, though." "You look it, I must say," says I. "Like it better than being in the bond room?" "Oh, I'm not crazy about it," says he. "Rather smelly work. But it pays well.
And I was born in a place you've never set eyes on and I hope you never will set eyes on it. I was born in Glasgow. And there's a smelly old river there, called the Clyde, where they launch big ships ... a bit bigger than the Minerva. The Minerva was built in Holland. Well, my old father was a tough old chap not a Scotchman, though my mother was Scotch with a big business in Glasgow.
The car was dark and cold and smelly. Lass hated it. She ran to its door. Here she found a gleam of hope for escape and for return to the home where every one that day had been so kind to her. Hazen had shut the door with such vehemence that it had rebounded. The hasp was down, and so the catch had not done its duty. The door had slid open a few inches from the impetus of Hazen's shove.
My dear, the instant I heard it I had a presentiment, 'All has gone well up to now. I remember murmuring the words. Then your letter, received in that smelly Barcelona: Lord Ormont was carrying you off to Granada a dream of my infancy! It may not have been his manoeuvre, but it was the beginning of his manoeuvres." Aminta shuddered.
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