#dream: husband. no such thing. i did it because cats are merely well-suited to such work.

[landwriter]

headcanon where hob adopts a little cat that was living in the alley behind the new inn and after an enemies-to-friends slow burn (250k) dream and the cat become bffs and one day dream says are you bored? come to work with me, tiny emissary of the night and the next morning hob is reading the news and spittakes his tea when he sees the headline Black Cat Crossed Your Path? Scientists Theorize Collective Unconscious After Same Cat Reported In Nation's Dreams

#the sandman #dreamling #headcanons #hob: dream. darling. did you invest the cat with your unknowable powers of office to have company while you walk through men's dreams #dream: husband. no such thing. i did it because cats are merely well-suited to such work. #dream: (whispering to cat) who prowls among the dreams and nightmares of men? you. who is my small fierce queen of night? you. yes you are #someone PLEASE draw a comic of this i will die with joy #hob gadling #dream of the endless

[cruzrogue]

Into the Future PartIII

#Fictober19 @fictober-event

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for fanfiction:

Prompt number: Prompt 29 “I’m doing this for you.”

Fandom (AU if applicable): #arrow fanfiction #olicity 

Rating:PG13

Warnings/Tags:  time travel 

Summary: Felicity lands up time traveling to the moment right after her future self goes with the Monitor. Landing in the bunker and meeting her future kids. They don’t seem impressed. As if that isn’t enough for a young-version Felicity to deal with she needs to head back into her present time and stop Oliver from completing a task on Lian Yu. Keeping the ley lines intact.  

Notes: Felicity Smoak goes to the future and meets three members of Future Team Arrow. 

Part 3 of 4  Prompt 29 “I’m doing this for you.” (on A03 now)

Part 4 of 4  Prompt 30 “I’m with you, you know that.” (next prompt)

Notes: The continuation as Felicity goes to Lian Yu and meets Oliver Queen who has no clue who she is… he’ll be getting a crash course on how to be Smoaked.

Past ones: 

1/2 Prompt number 1 “It will be fun, trust me.”

2/2  Prompt number: 4 “I know you didn’t ask for this.”

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Into the Future PartIII on A03

 “You’ve got this cool mystery house…”

Interrupting Felicity to make sure she knows once again the name of the abode their currently in. “House of Mystery.”

She shakes her head at the slight difference he surely needed you point out and starts her argument again, “You have this House of Mystery and I have a bookstore full of weird mind altering books. We are living every science fiction dork’s dream right now.”

“It is not a dream per se we are living…”

“John! I meant something entirely different. It wasn’t even regarding anything to do with us personally. Never mind!” She gives up.

He smirks at how irate she can get. In-between Holidays and school vacations John finds himself with a roommate. Felicity Smoak’s key has a way of her entering the house where a room shifts to become this bookstore of hers. He can’t say he has had any significant issues with this fiery spirit that is so gung-ho.

Coming to enjoy her visits. As a loner he shakes his head that this young interesting girl who has been encompassed to save them all from a certain doom. It is so like the fates to play this game. To throw a person into a vast learning curve where each step has dire consequences.

“I’m going to go read, there is this book that has an eerie eye that seems to want me to open it.” His look says it all. “I know it sounds dangerous. The scripts on the outside say futurae, relicum, futurum, relicuum.” She shrugs she knows it has to do with future events. She tried to translate but got these words: rest, remainder, future, residue, mortal remains. Still she going to open this book and hopeful learn something of importance.

“Be weary of this book.”

Winking at John, which to him she can’t do right she says, “Eye shall be.” It just has him shake his head at her dorkiness.

Closing the door behind her she heads to the small desk that she laid the book on. The eye imprinted upon the middle looks so alive. It doesn’t move though because if it did she’d throw it and never touch it again but nonetheless it visually creeps her out. “Okay, let’s do this.” Cracking it open for the first time she can smell the musty old pages. “Ew.” She sees nothing written upon all the empty pages. “Huh?” Closing the book, it is then the illustrated eye opens and she makes an Eep sound as she drops from her chair with the book still in her grasp but doesn’t hit the floor.

No, there is no more floor. Nor walls or ceiling that she has come to recognizes as the bookstore. She’s in silent shock as she is falling through darkness with this book in her hands. It feels like forever but it mere seconds until lights flood her vision and boom she hit solid concrete.

Making a grumbling sound as she lets the book drop to the floor and she massages her rear end. The sting of hitting this floor hard most likely to leave a nice size bruise. Felicity getting up she realizes she is now facing a blonde holding a bow with an arrow pointing directly at her.

It is a male voice that is wearing a suit that comes from behind this scary looking girl that looks to be around her age. “Who are you? How did you get here?”

“Um I don’t even know what here is.” The blonde pulls the arrow back slightly and Felicity even without knowing much about archery knows that it’s not a good sign. “Hey I come in peace.”

“Who are you?” The man says again.

“My name is Felicity Smoak.”

Both of them make a gruff sound. The girl moves slightly closer but looks to want to let the arrow go. “He asked you for your name. So, try again.”

Felicity just taking in this bunker, “Are we underground? Who are you three.” She notices a black male taking the scene in. She has never seen any of these individuals in her life.

“We ask the questions?” Felicity just nods she really doesn’t need to be skewered.

“Like my sister just said. Answer the question.”

“Okay, I was reading. Well, I tried to read it. The thing… The book really has no words on its pages and well I fell through something or another.” Shrugging because that is the truth.

“I swear I will let this arrow go in the next second…”

“Frack.” If she’s going to die at least she will do it in style of being true to herself. “I am Felicity Megan Smoak and I think you are way too pushy.”

“Mia, maybe she is telling the truth. I mean we did see her just fall to the bunker’s floor.” Conner says still keeping an eye on the intruder.

“Mia, cute. Sounds like a cat’s name. I mean I’ve never had a pet but that’s a name I’d most likely call it.”

The blonde moans but lowers her bow. “If you’re Felicity Smoak prove it?”

“What do you mean. Prove it? How many Felicity Smoak’s’ have you met?”

William answers, “One, and she was a great woman.”

“Okay. Not to sound odd or anything but what year is it?”

Conner chuckles but says 2040 which has Felicity gasp. “Oh! I’m way in the future. I’m like fifty-one here. Do I look good for my age, not that…? That it is relevant. You know what? Yea it is. I mean I’m all for brainpower but I’d still like to look good.”

“She sounds like Felicity?” Conner supplies.

“We have a machine that will prove to us your identity.”

“Okay. So, do we know each other?”

William looking at what could be his step-mom in awe. “I doubt it.”

“I meant do you know the future me?”

Connor shakes his head as he holds a smile.

Mia just annoyed and yet excited tells Conner, “Conner, shut it. Just get Archer.”

“Who is Archer?”

William can’t help but laugh, “It something you were tinkling on with when we were living in Hope Springs.”

Felicity’s eyebrow raises, “We do know each other.”

“Let’s just see what Archer says first.” As Conner activates the device. It goes through a protocol mode and states each person in the room. “Okay, you’re Felicity.”

“Yea, I know.” Inspecting the two men their names don’t ring any bells but the little program she might have built kept from telling her the other female’s name in the room. “It doesn’t recognize you Mia. Why?”

Mia still has her eyes on her mother. It’s probably best if she doesn’t know, time travel rules she thinks. Just find out what her mom needs so she can be on her way. “Safety protocol I guess, why are you here.”

“You are very talkative.” Felicity says in a huff. Talking to this girl is like pulling teeth. “If this program is made by me there would be a reason I’d keep you off its grid. We’re related aren’t we?”

Mia a little uncomfortable, “How? How did you know?”

“I’m a genius. Well people get uncomfortable or roll their eyes when I mention it but I’m usually the smartest cookie in a room.”

William laughs, “That’s because you usually are.” Felicity smiles at him. She already liked him before but she likes him even more now.

“You are a cutie. Please tell me you’re Oliver Queen’s son.” Now that gets everyone in the room to gasp. “You said we lived together. You look to be around your early twenties. Only reason I would live with a younger you is if I were your mother, aunt, or some sort of maternal figure. The way you gasped at my name I figuring I’m your mom. This girl here is my daughter. I can see resemblance of family between you both and Mia and I could pass for sisters.”

“Whoa, you really are smart.” Conner says impressed.

Felicity just shrugs but keeps her eyes focused on Conner Hawke. “You on the other hand have been giving my daughter the heart eyes and she scowls at you so there is love problems here but I’d be a good mom and butt out but don’t you hurt my baby girl.”

“Mom!” Mia says and then takes it back, “I mean not my mom.”

“Sure honey. Tell me? Is there more of you?”

“What?”

“I always thought if I had kids which at this stage of my life I don’t want but if I did. Being a single child I always dreamed of three maybe four kids.”

“Four kids?”

“Hey, if I dream. I dream big. I always wanted a bigger family and now that I know of my future husband because he is kind of cute for being an older guy I could see myself not being able to keep my hands off…”

Both William and Mia interrupt. “Please don’t.” “No, ew.”

“Not that time isn’t a huge flux of space and rhythm but there must be a reason I’m here.” Felicity looks at the program. A DNA based program is dangerous. In the wrong hands it could be apocalyptic. “I’m here to change things. Save the world and stuff.”

Mia states, “That is something similar you have said about dad but you’ve always were so vague.”

“Well if I know myself. Protecting you would always be my objective and it seems I made sure you could handle yourself.” Mia smiles her mom had her train from a young age. “Can I look at the program?” She can tell that these three are having a non-verbal discussion. “It’s probably why I was sent here by that book.” Felicity glances at the book still on the floor, “I’m doing this for you.”

William looking at the book. “A book?”

“Hmm hmm. A creepy book. It brought me here to learn something so as much as it rocks knowing I have two cool kids at least I need to do my best to help and maybe even protect your dad.”

“Dad?”

“Yes, Oliver Queen your father. Where is he anyways?” That is when Felicity can feel the mood shift. She gets it. Whatever is supposed to be stopped from happening, happened. “Ah!” She pauses as many thoughts goes through her mind. “Okay, can I look at Archer or not. Maybe there is something else that…”

William takes the device that Conner had and gives it to his step-mom. He’ll keep from telling her he isn’t really her son. Some information shouldn’t be privy it could alter everything. He watches as Felicity takes a sit and begins to understand her handiwork.

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Spending time with her future kids will always be a highlight she’ll carry with her always. It was quite hard to leave them. All around the same age it was like having siblings in a way. No matter she had to leave and somehow now knows that she needs Oliver to not find that monument in Lian Yu.

As the fates have smiled on her she thinks. When she gets back from the future John Constantine is planning on an excursion to that very same place.

“I don’t know. It’s dangerous territory.”

“John, are you trying to get me to beg?”

“No. I doubt you’d go that far my love, you’d find a way to hitch a ride with me. Besides I know how important this all is. I be a damn fool to hinder you.”

“Sometimes you are so sweet.”

“I’m always sweet.”

“Ha, maybe when you’re napping.”

“Whoa, whoa there. You’ve watched me nap?”

“Really John, wouldn’t that be creepy?”

“Only if you got caught.”

“Well, I haven’t watched you sleep but if I did I would have tried to steal those terrible cancer sticks you carry around.”

“They’re cigarettes.”

“Same difference.”

“Good thing I like you.” He extends his arm, “Ready for an adventure?”

To be continued on next prompt…

#fictober19 #olicity #oliver queen #felicity smoak #mia smoak queen #william clayton #john constantine

[missolitude]

Carolyn / Eve (Killing Eve) Headcanons + Character Exploration (Part I of ?)

for @ballion​ 💓

Disclaimer: Again, originally started for a ship meme, this turned into a drabble of its own, since I obviously don’t have any self-control, therefore I will post it separately. I had trouble finding my voice for both of them but I’m not unhappy with how this turned out. 

Who initiated the first kiss

Eve. She stumbled and Carolyn just happened to catch her. With her mouth. No, not really. Even though Eve might prefer that neat and simple version to what actually transpired. One day, late at night. There wasn’t even alcohol involved - well, not that much anyways. Her mind was totally clear - well as clear as it usually was. As much as possible under the current circumstances. Nothing else to blame really, except perhaps bad judgment and... opportunity?

It all started when Eve had another argument with Niko, he insulted her, again, and she was feeling the urge to slap him, again. She wasn’t proud of herself for feeling that way but she knew then that it was high time for a time out. For both of them. Eve didn’t even think, she acted purely on instinct and autopilot as she just threw a couple of things in her over night bag and then wordlessly stormed out of her apartment.

Eve didn’t know why or how precisely she ended up at Carolyn’s house, in the middle of the night no less. Planning wasn’t her strong suit. She was keenly aware of that now but it was too late to change that and she didn’t want to turn back either and come back crawling to Niko because she couldn’t think of a place to stay. She almost hoped Carolyn wasn’t home, or that she wouldn’t open the door to unexpected and bizarrely dressed visitors late at night - Eve only realized now that she wore her shirt inside out and her hair was a mess.

Not that she had much time to think about that because Carolyn was home and she did open the door. Eve couldn’t even remember pressing the doorbell, either Eve was more absentminded than she thought or Carolyn was psychic. Both was equally probable. Eve’s eyes instinctively moved over Carolyn’s form and she inadvertently gulped. Carolyn wore a silky grey nightgown that exposed some of her cleavage and accentuated her waist. The color also brought out the grey in her eyes, or were they green? Carolyn also didn’t wear make up yet she looked so... good, her skin was practically glowing. And Eve just stared at her, open-mouthed like some dimwitted fool. Must buy that moisturizer, she thought nonsensically.

Good thing that Carolyn didn’t ask any questions, Eve probably would have just babbled nonsense. No, Carolyn just invited her in like she would any regular guest, like it was the most normal thing to do at - what time was it? Surely long past midnight. Eve was mesmerized as she watched Carolyn move around her house. Carolyn was a most gracious host, she offered Eve a seat at the sofa (most comfortable) and drinks (Eve responded the strongest she had, which was of course Vodka - how very Russian of her). Carolyn made every move look purposeful, deliberate, no hesitation or uncertainty. Was she like that before working for MI6? Was there even a Carolyn before MI6? Who knew if Carolyn was even her real name.

Not that Eve really cared. It’s just what her mind always did when she’d rather not focus on her own problems. Figuring out other people - it was a neat little hobby, mostly a good distraction. Eve then noticed that she must have interrupted Carolyn in the middle of reading a book. “Games People Play: The Psychology of Human Relationships” - how very fitting. “Relationship trouble?” Carolyn said and it was more of a statement than a question. It’s not as though it took a genius to figure out why Eve was here. “How do you do that thing you do?” Eve responded with a counter question. “Switch off your emotions. Keep secrets from everyone. Do you ever get tangled up in the jungle of your own lies?” Carolyn didn’t respond, she merely looked at her in thought, downing the rest of her Vodka. “Let’s play a game.” Eve looked at her confused. “And you fire me if I lose?” Carolyn chuckled heartily, as though Eve just made the most hilarious joke. “It’s not that kind of game. It’s simple really, you tell me three things about yourself, 2 truths and one lie. I have to figure out which is which.” Eve looked at Carolyn as though she’d just lost her mind. It’s not as though the evening could get any more absurd. “Fine but you first.” Carolyn merely shrugged. “Fair enough. I once spent six months undercover as a nun in a local Russian church and had an affair with a closeted lesbian sister. As I was starting out as an agent I was held hostage by a Russian drug dealer, I broke his neck with an ironing board. And I don’t like yellow.” Of course Carolyn said all of this as calm and unbothered as though she’d just read the morning paper.

“The nun story isn’t true.” Eve just took a blind guess. “Yes it is.” “Oh I didn’t know you like...” “You didn’t? Interesting.” “Well... I...” “Keep guessing.” “You like yellow.” “Don’t be absurd Eve, it’s dreadful. Do you really think I’d let anyone take me hostage? I did break his neck with an ironing board, however. The lesson is, if you lie, stay close to the truth. Now you try it.”

Eve, in her usual fashion, didn’t really think before she stated “I don’t love my husband.” It was freeing to say this. Sadly this was true. “We’ve had an argument today and I slapped him.” Sadly this wasn’t. “I’ve never kissed a woman, but I think I want to.” Eve couldn’t really stop herself as her eyes wandered to Carolyn’s lips. “You’re making it too easy. You didn’t slap your husband but you wanted to. At least you’re implementing my lesson.” “How did you know?” “Knowing everything about you is my job, Eve. Another piece of advice, don’t overestimate your own cleverness, it will get you into trouble.” Eve felt a little embarrassed. Had Carolyn even heard her other two confessions? Was she really as predictable as Carolyn thought? “I can help with that last bit, however.”

“You... what?” Eve then properly thought that Carolyn had lost her mind. Or had Eve? Was she having a weird dream? Did Carolyn just suggest...? “It’s merely an offer. No need to get personal about it. Consider it training. As an agent you’ll often be in situations where you’ll be forced to resort to... unconventional methods to... get what you want, keep people in line.” “Is that what you do with Konstantin?” “That’s none of your business, Eve, I said no need to get personal.” “I thought it isn’t.” Eve pouted at Carolyn, not that she appeared to notice. “My point is, if you are ever in such a situation you better know what you are doing.” Eve’s eyes widened, this time because she took offence. Did Carolyn just question her kissing skills? Eve decided she’d had enough. “FINE. Have it your way.” Eve downed the rest of her glass in one gulp, put it down and then stared at Carolyn in what she hoped looked like determination and defiance, but actually she just tried to cover up her rising nerves. No need to get personal. Eve briefly wondered what Carolyn considered to be personal, if this wasn’t it. Maybe this was personal and Carolyn just didn’t want it to be. Maybe this was all part of a huge and elaborate plan. Not that Eve would ever find out, Carolyn’s mind was like a maze. Easy to get lost in.

“What are you waiting for then? Seduce me.” Carolyn then stated almost playfully, putting her arm on top of the sofa backrest, casually making it clear who was in control. To make matters worse, the position of her arms also made her night gown cling closer to her skin and it revealed that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Of course she wasn’t. Who was even seducing who? Why was everything with Carolyn a cat and mouse game?

Eve felt heat rising up in her body, some of it settling on her cheeks, she didn’t know if it was out of anger or frustration or both. Don’t think, act. Eve inched closer to Carolyn, reaching out to cup her cheek. She immediately got distracted and mesmerized by the softness of her skin. Moisturizer, was the only coherent word Eve’s mind was capable of. She must have said it out loud too because Carolyn was smirking at her. Either that or Carolyn was testing her. This woman was infuriating beyond words but Eve couldn’t deny that she wanted this. Had even thought about this. Not that she’d ever imagined it would be like this.

Eve wanted to kiss that smug smirk out of her and so she did. She leaned in and all she felt was warm softness. She could taste Vodka and something sweet, chocolate? A sweet tooth, who knew. Eve could feel herself open up to the sensation, relaxing, enjoying herself and then it felt like a trap snapped shut. Carolyn kissed her back and Eve was lost.

Eve’s hands were all over Carolyn’s body, exploring, feeling, wanting, oh, Carolyn’s nipples were hard, then Eve heard a moan, she didn’t know whether it was her own, nor did she care. They only stopped when they both were utterly out of breath. Carolyn closed her eyes briefly and adjusted her hair and her night gown. “See what I mean? It’s easy to lose the game when you let your guard down.” Eve didn’t know whether Carolyn meant herself or Eve, but it surely was a lesson worth (l)earning.

#killing eve #carolyn martens #eve polastri #eve x carolyn #carolyn x eve #caroleve #missolitude replies #ballion #I only proofread this once - any mistakes are obviously mine

[sablelab]

Santa Baby - Chapter 7

Picture source: @TwilightCougar1

N.B. Due to this story being censored and most posts removed from my blog with no URL for recourse to review, I decided to post the chapters without any of @sassylover-stuff’s manip pictures to save any hassle.

DISCLAIMER: This nine part story is a Sam and Caitriona fanfic. This is a complete work of fiction and as such is an entirely fabricated tale created in my imagination.  I do not know the people in my story, nor do I proclaim to know anything about them whatsoever about their status or their life in general.  This is a complete fantasy story concocted from the Christmas song “Santa Baby” which was used as a prompt for my writing.

SYNOPSIS : Sam returns home after a whirlwind Outlander promotional tour to Australia and Japan and catches Caitriona singing in the shower.  She has visions of Sam dressing up as her “Santa Baby” for Christmas and everything that that might entail.   Based on the Christmas song “Santa Baby.” 

This Chapter is suggestive and THANKS  so much for reading my fictional Christmas story. ENJOY!!!

Earlier chapters below:-

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2  /  Chapter 3 (S)

Chapter 4 (S)  /  Chapter 5 (NSFW)  /  Chapter 6 (S) 

CHAPTER 7

 Very Early Christmas Morning...

Caitriona was wide awake. Although she tried, she couldn’t go back to sleep for her mind was going ten for a dozen with the thoughts dancing around in her brain and just one of them had anything to do with the guests that would be arriving today to celebrate Christmas with them in their new home.  Instead, she was mulling over the last couple of days since Sam had returned home from Australia and all that had happened since then.

They’d had a very busy day yesterday doing all those last minute preparations for Christmas Day so that everything would be less stressful when the family arrived for Christmas dinner. The Scots Pine tree was beautifully dressed and all the presents had been wrapped and placed under the tree.  The sliver baubles that Eddie had brought to their bedroom and which Sam had playfully placed on her big toe were now taking pride of place on the branches of their Christmas tree.  Caitriona couldn't help but smile every time she saw those two baubles.  They reminded her of Sam’s association with Cahonas Scotland and their timely reminder to check your partner for testicular cancer.  Sam always asked her to check out his “baws” at this time of the year and looking at those two baubles was a reminder that took on a slightly more personal significance.

Thankfully Eddie had not pulled off as many ornaments as they thought she would which was an added bonus.  Sam had brought her back a special Santa cat toy shaped like a koala and she had amused herself with that until she was tired out and just went to sleep in front of the fire.  Her adorable husband had even kissed her under the mistletoe that she’d placed in the lounge room and every chance he got he managed to manoeuvre her in that direction for another smooch.

“I'm sure that mistletoe should have a sign that says,  Kiss me I'm Irish,” Sam had said  laughing as he teased her and placed yet another toe curling kiss to her lips.

“I’ll put a sign up next year if you like hon.”

“Aye that would be grand … and a kiss a hot Scot one too.”

“Hmmm … Sure babe … I can do that for you.”  

Cait smiled remembering their conversation because that little exchange had resulted in a kiss that very soon got way out of control.  Just the thought of all that kissing and all the things that had ensued since her man had returned from overseas flashed though Caitriona’s brain; however, it was the events of last night that really had her in a dreamy state of sublime happiness. She never dreamed that when she’d asked Sam to be her Santa Baby that he would perform for her in the way that he did.  She was certainly one lucky woman.

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Just the thought of her husband in that Santa suit had her heartbeats accelerating.

The words and music of Santa Baby were now firmly entrenched in her brain.  Caitriona began humming softly to herself with the song that just wouldn’t leave her subconscious and she couldn’t stop the smile that graced her lips at her most wonderful partner fulfilling her request with his performance last night.

Come and trim my Christmas tree, With some decorations bought at Tiffany’s, I really do believe in you, Let’s see if you believe in me

Santa Baby

Hurry down the chimney tonight

Oh hurry down the chimney tonight …

Santa baby

So hurry down the chimney tonight,  Hurry down the chimney tonight, Hurry, tonight.

As she lay in a dreamy but joyful haze, Cait couldn’t help the euphoric feelings that suddenly coursed through her body as her thoughts turned to the man who had brought her dreams to life last night. Slowly turning her head, she looked over toward her gorgeous husband who was soundly sleeping.  Sam looked so damn hot when he was sleeping and she couldn’t help but think how utterly adorable, funny and sexy he was.  Christmas Eve had been a night to remember and it was one she would not soon forget.  What had happened before they retired had been everything and more than she had ever expected or ever dreamed possible.  Her eyes filled with love as they caressed his features before resting on his fluttering eyelashes. Sam was smiling in his sleep and perhaps he too was dreaming about what had occurred last night, she thought.  He certainly looked very pleased with himself. Caitriona was sorely tempted to brush his lips with her own, but she knew if she did her love would awaken and she wanted to lose herself in remembrance of the feelings she had experienced with what he’d done for her.

Sam was just magnificent in everything that he did and he was more than true to his spoken words … “Of course … I’ll be anything and everything you want me to be babe.”  

Cait didn’t think that she could ever view Christmas Eve again like the one they had shared last night. Her wonderful, gorgeous, super sexy husband had fulfilled all her Christmas fantasies and then some with his performance that still had her heart racing. When she glanced over towards him again, Sam began gently snoring and Cait smiled beguilingly at her exhausted hubby.  Last night he had given her an early Christmas present to savour for years to come and one she would not easily forget.   Lovingly placing a kiss to his stubbled cheek, Caitriona turned over and lay in bed still thinking of his slow, sexy striptease last night as he had peeled off the red Santa suit piece by piece just for her. At that moment, she couldn’t love him any more than she did already … it was not possible.  

Oh, but she did.  She really did.  

Cait’s face suddenly felt flushed and she raised her hands to her cheeks and felt the telltale warmth of a blush. Placing her hand to her chest she also felt the rhythm of her heartbeats begin to thump while a tingling sensation zigzagged through her body as her thoughts began to wander to the man beside her. She bit her lip to prevent the little moan that bubbled up in her throat. Smiling like the cat that had swallowed all the cream, Caitriona remembered her love’s exuberance to make this little performance for her one she would always commit to memory of what happened on Christmas Eve in their master bedroom. 

Christmas Eve... 

When Sam entered their bedroom decked out in his Santa Suit, Cait couldn’t stop the smile beaming on her face.  Her husband looked glorious and oh, so sexy decked out in his Christmas costume. Caitriona watched as her Santa Claus came towards her as she lay on the bed with such a wicked gleam in his eye that he totally unbalanced her. Her amazing husband was dressed in a crimson red, fur lined jacket already part open and exposing his virile chest which immediately set her heart all a fluttering, a big black belt hung low on his waist and he was wearing black boots and a Santa hat.  Her wide eyes lingered on his body and lazily caressed him once more from top to toe. Her gaze stopped when she saw what was in his hand for Sam was also carrying his mobile phone.  That made her laugh as he never went anywhere without his phone.

“You’ve still got your phone in your hand honey.’’

“I know babe.  I mean to take some pictures … lots of pictures … of you my Cai-tri-ona and then you can do the same for me,” he purred in that sultry voice that had her catch her breath.

“Oh …”

“Starting right now.”  

Sam aimed his phone and snapped away as Cait struck a pose on their bed. “You look so sexy hon laying there in that provocative lingerie that I just want to rip it off your body. I think I could just devour you.”

“Not so fast buster … not until you perform for me Heughan,” she chastised him, a little flustered by what her husband was saying. “Do you think my Santa Baby fantasy will just go away with you dressed like that and nothing more?  I want to see you take it off Sam … all of it off,” were her challenging replies although given the way her husband was looking at her she was feeling anything but at the moment.

Sam merely answered with one of his enigmatic smiles that curled her toes.  It was predatory and menacing, full of innuendo and oh, so intimidating but promising at the same time because he knew that his words rang true. Moving forward towards their bed Sam leaned down and kissed his saucy temptress passionately, locking his lips to his alluring wife’s before he had even removed one piece of clothing. At the touch of his lips … Cait’s knees went to water.  

Just as well I am lying down, she thought, or else I just might collapse on the spot.

Caitriona knew that Sam too had been spellbound by the eager expression on her face and had returned the kiss in kind. Breathless, they severed their caress and her husband gave her such a penetrating look that Cait was very tempted to forget what she had just said.  

With added bravado and in a titillating, sexy voice she ordered, “Take your clothes off Santa.”

Equally seductive, Sam replied, “Say please.”

Caitriona’s eyes traversed her adorable man from head to toe before they rested on his face where a roguish smile bowed his lips.  Sam was enjoying this charade way too much, but then again so was she. Cait lowered her eyes before slowly raising them again as her lips irresistibly mouthed her retort.

“Pl-ease.”

How she had ever found the words to tell Sam to take his Santa clothes off before she herself ripped them off his body … Cait would never know.  God, she had wanted desperately to see him naked and she’d momentarily forgotten that she was watching this sexy man and that her Santa Sam was going to perform for her.  

Sam saw the change in his wife’s demeanour as she lay there watching him. She had anticipated this very moment ever since she’d sung that Christmas song in the shower, but now that her fantasy was about to eventuate she had turned into a provocative temptress. He heard the hitch in her voice as he approached the bed and gave Cait his Cell phone.

“Here honey ... take this.  It might come in handy.”

“For what Sam?”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out babe,” was his enigmatic reply.

“Oh ...” Sam had left his phone by her side no doubt for her to capture the moment that he began to disrobe.

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Caitriona watched spellbound as her hub’s first movements were hasty and jerky as he began to tear the outfit from his body. She had to tell him to slow down.

“No … Slowly Sam … I mean my Santa Baby. Perform for me,” was her husky instruction.

Oh boy.  Where did those words come from? Cait thought.

Sam merely grinned at his wife. He was just testing the waters to see how she would react to a quick striptease.  Ah, very predictable Mrs Heughan. When she told him to go slowly, he knew that his tactics had worked. With a widening grin, Sam held her gaze with a piercing, smouldering look that had Caitriona squirming in anticipation of his next move.  Placing his hands onto his chest where the Santa jacket lay open, Sam sensually ran them down and over his chest before slowly edging his fingers over his washboard stomach and letting them lie pointing down towards his groin. Assiduously watching her husband’s every move, Caitriona bit her lip. Hawk eyed Heughan saw the sign of his wife’s flushed cheeks and face as her eyes were glued to what his hands were doing. Her Santa Baby gave her a smile and cheekily raised an eyebrow which always sent a thrill dancing down her spine. 

Although she was in awe of his tactics, she aimed his phone and took a picture while she still had a little rational thought remaining, for who knew how her body would react once he began to remove the Santa suit.

Enthralled by the affect his actions were having on his wife, Sam started to really get into the swing of things. He was enjoying himself immensely particularly knowing that his gorgeous lady was slowly unravelling before his eyes.  She was so sexy and he was intoxicated by her.

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However, as he performed for her, little did Cait know that her husband was also feeling slightly unhinged too as he watched her lay on the bed watching him.

Sam could barely breathe as he looked at his desirable wife lying on her stomach, nonchalantly watching him and waiting for him to remove the Santa suit they had purchased earlier in the day.  At first he’d felt a little silly but when he saw Cait’s eyes light up when he’d come out of the bathroom, he’d puffed out his chest a little more.  They had never really tried any kind of role playing before and this was a first for them both. Sam couldn’t take his eyes off of his wife but it was the tell-tale look in her eye that was nearly his undoing.  He felt like ripping off the Santa suit as quickly as possible and forgetting about doing a slow reveal. Caitriona looked like an enthralling temptress lying there in her sexy lingerie and it was having a profound effect on his body’s reaction to his divine wife. He could just imagine running his fingers along the lacy briefs that hugged her delectable derrière before unhooking her bra and freeing the breasts that filled his hands like ripe peaches.

The come hither look in Cait’s eyes as she lazily scanned her husband from top to toe was turning him on something fierce and Sam wasn’t sure if he could go through with this little show before he totally lost it.  It was the little know-it-all smile on her lips that finally sealed the deal. If this was the last thing he ever did for his Cait before he expired then he was going to make it the best striptease she had ever seen or would ever likely to see again.  He was going to give her the performance of a lifetime.  After all he was a method actor and if he couldn’t demonstrate a stellar routine for the woman he loved then he was not worth his weight in gold.

Sam could see that his love was breathing a little hesitantly; he on the other hand was having trouble even getting oxygen into his lungs.  This woman took his breath away and just the slightest glance could wield him unconscious with longing. Caitriona Heughan was one sensual woman, beautiful, charming, charismatic, sexy as hell, endearing, smart, and adorable in all ways possible.   She was his reason for living, she gave his life meaning and seeing her lying on the bed and the way she was looking at him made him  just want to make love to her as if there was no tomorrow.  

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Caitriona looked back over towards where her husband lay sleeping.

She had known that he would be good at this little charade but not as good as he was last night. Perform!  Wow, and what a performance it was.  Cait had been spellbound by Sam’s suggestive, tantalizing striptease and could still feel the awkwardness of his initial movements at performing.  However, he soon got into the swing of things until she watched him peeling his Santa suit more provocatively from his body. Her eyes had locked on his performance as he held her look with one of his own.

As her thoughts of last night danced like sugar plums in her head, Caitriona could feel her groin quiver at just the memory of Sam and his movements and those erotic looks he sent flying her way.  

When he moved towards the bed during his performance she was captivated by the sight of her husband’s bare, naked chest.  

Sam loved teasing her and he was relentless in giving his wife more than what she had bargained for when she’d asked him to be her Santa Baby.  He loved seeing her off kilter, however, as he stood by their bed Caitriona took full advantage of the situation and reached out her soft hands and placed them to his strong chest.  Placing her palms to his ribs she stroked them erotically over his rib cage. In response, Sam sucked in his chest unable to exhale as he felt his wife’s wonderful touch anoint him. Cait’s eyes sought his, and he saw the mischief registered there. Smiling he placed his own hands over hers and pressed them firmly to his vibrant skin. 

“Continue Sam,” she commanded dropping her hands and indicating that she wanted more.

“As you wish.”

And he did.

Turning his back to the bed Sam lowered the Santa jacket off one shoulder and gave Cait a smouldering, knowing look over his shoulder as he let the jacket fall down his arm and let it hang half off his torso. Turning back to face her he slowly removed the other sleeve stopping every so often to blow her a kiss as more and more skin was tantalisingly revealed to her eyes. Caitriona licked her lips as her Santa Baby was soon standing in front of her with a totally naked chest with rippling muscles so toned and perfect that it made her hitch her breath. Without severing her gaze Cait barely managed to hold up the phone to snap another picture.  Sam raised a little eyebrow when he heard her laboured breathing and merely flexed his muscles in reply.  Caitriona was practically swooning on the covers as her husband continued to torture her with his striptease.

Removing his Santa jacket exposing his ripped muscles of his chest had nearly been her undoing.  Her husband was such a conjurer, but at that time Sam had no idea how much his performance had affected her libido, or perhaps it was too many avocados that she’d consumed in the guacamole they’d shared last night with festive season’s drinks.  Either way she was mesmerized by the way her hubby had licked his lips, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth in a provocative pose that had her off balance. Oh, my god … how she had wanted him at that very moment.  She’d wanted to be the aggressor and suck those lips into her own and devour them until he begged for mercy.  

Yet she had lain on their bed in the master bedroom watching, just watching him turn her on and inside out.  

Just thinking about it now was making Cait shiver in remembrance of what he did next.

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Caitriona was so sexually aroused and excited that it had taken all of her willpower not to rip those clothes off before Sam had a chance to remove them for her.  Her eyes had followed his every move, every gesture of his hands … every removal of another piece of the Santa suit until she was an intoxicated woman … high on the drug he was providing. Her eyes never left Sam’s face.  She couldn’t look away even if she wanted to … but she did close her eyes for a mere second or two before opening them to find her Santa Baby staring her down with mischief and intent radiating from his piercing look.

Sam’s tantalising come hither movements had woven a spell around her.  She was a goner.  Totally enthralled and turned on by her husband’s performance, Caitriona was drawn to him like a moth to a flame, like their cat Eddie to her food.  She was ravenous with longing but nonchalantly teased him with her next remark.

“Is that all you’ve got Heughan.  Surely you can do better.”

The words nearly caught in Cait’s throat when she uttered them, but Sam was far from finished.  His eyes held hers prisoner as he took up her gauntlet. Impressed by his wife’s challenge, he provocatively lowered his hands to the belt buckle of his Santa trousers. Hurriedly releasing the metal hold of the big, black Santa belt, Sam slipped it off and threw it to the floor. Following the path of his fingers Caitriona watched intensively then lowered her eyes to the package in his trousers beginning to show signs of hardening.

“Hmm … Santa Baby?”

“Yes?”

“Take them off.”

A raised eyebrow was Sam’s mute yet roguish reply, his eyes twinkling with mischief at his wife’s brazen request. His fingers inched into the material of the trousers and he tantalising lowered the red fabric down a little but with excruciating slowness. A simultaneous raspy sigh escaped from both of their lips as he did so. Caitriona’s gaze quickly returned to Sam’s, then lowered again as his beautiful hands inserted themselves into the material pushing the trousers down, lower … and lower … until he revealed a cheeky peek of the skin on his hip and buttock.

Quickly kicking off the big black boots, the Santa trousers soon fell to the ground in the blink of an eye and pooled at his feet.  Santa Sam was naked … gloriously … magnificently naked except for the quirky Santa hat he still wore on his head. As he’d shirked out of the Santa trousers, Sam moved toward his wife like a predator stalking its prey.

“Oh my … Santa … Baby.”

Feeling a great satisfaction at her breathy response to his nakedness Sam moved closer to where his wife lay only to find that Caitriona had already risen from the bed and was now walking toward him like a beautiful apparition. His wife’s beauty overwhelmed him; she made his heart swell with love and his little performance had certainly been a lot of fun. Sam gazed at his love and he knew that Cait’s heart was beating as erratically in her chest as was his. He felt his body hardening in response to her soft garbled utterance of his name.

“Oh … Sam.”

Before she had even noticed that he was now breathing the same air space as her, a hoarse breath escaped from Cait’s lips. Catching the look in her husband’s eye she sighed as he stretched out his arms towards her.

“You were wonderful. Thank you”  

Early Christmas Morning...

She never tired of looking at her husband and Cait cast another glance his way as she lay beside him in their huge, big bed. She could still feel the exquisite touch of her man’s lips and moaning softly touched her own lips with her fingertips. Sam certainly had had her in a spin last night and what happened next was the straw that broke the camel’s back.  

All her Christmases had finally come at last.

It was impulsive of her, but she was drawn to this wonderful man like a fly to a spider’s web. She had got up from their bed and rushed into his outstretched arms.  She had felt Sam’s body hardening in response to her soft garbled utterance of his name and praise for being such a good sport and performing for her as Santa Baby.  He had enclosed her in his arms and she’d hugged him to her so fiercely that her feelings overwhelmed her. Sam had brazenly kissed her devouring her lips as her fine-looking husband had lifted her up and carried her back to their bed.

Cait recalled shuddering at the touch of his skin and the feel of her husband’s body pressed to her own as they fell to the bed kissing passionately. She also remembered licking Sam’s stomach … the taste of his skin was delicious, like ambrosia to her senses.

 It was a spontaneous thing to do but it came naturally to her and when he shuddered as her teeth bit his skin she knew there would be more teasing tonight. After several forays of stimulation Sam pulled her up his chest then Santa Baby was kissing her senseless. She’d wrapped her legs around his strong hips capturing him as close to her as possible. She knew that Sam wanted to ravish her as well, but he held back wanting to savour this night as long as possible. Looking into her love’s eyes had nearly paralysed her when she saw the utter longing registered in eyes that saw into the very depths of her soul.  Then her love had kissed her some more and her head had spun.

Their kisses were an explosive joining of lips. They couldn't stop … they could never stop. They had both wanted to make up for the lost fourteen days, so they deepened their kisses until each moaned the other’s name in supplication.

Christmas Eve had surpassed all of her expectations and her wonderful husband had given her a present to treasure.  Leaning over, Caitriona kissed her sleeping giant and snuggled into his warmth. Placing her arm across his body she nestled into her husband’s side and was soon fast asleep again.

Christmas Morning

As Sam sat on the bed waiting for his wife to wake he couldn’t help but notice that she was smiling in her sleep. This beautiful, ethereal woman never ceased to amaze him and just watching her in repose filled him with such happiness.  She usually smiled like that when she was dreaming about them and after last night he was not at all surprised if that was indeed what she was dreaming about. Sam watched his love intently, grinning and thinking that on this Christmas morning he had a lot to be thankful for.  Seeing that her foot was poking out from beneath the covers, he couldn’t resist the temptation to tickle her foot and use this method to wake her up, so very gently he began to stroke the sole of her foot with his fingertips. Her toes twitched against his ministrations and she finally began to rouse.

“That tickles Sam,” Cait murmured turning onto her back and looking into the benevolent eyes of the man she loved

“Good morning … my sleepy headed wife.”

“Morning … husband. I didn’t hear you get up.”

Leaning across the bed, Sam placed a tender kiss to Caitriona’s enticing lips. ”It was so very difficult to leave your side but I needed to get your present before you woke.”

“Merry Christmas darling. Thank you for last night,” she replied holding his face tenderly in her palms and gazing into his eyes. “I love you.”

“The pleasure was all mine … I would do anything for you because I love you too.  Merry Christmas babe.”

Sam brought the hand that was hiding behind his back forward and holding out his palm presented a beautifully wrapped gift box to his wife. Caitriona’s eyes went from his smiling face to the present in his hand, then back to his face.  Her face was beaming with childish delight at the gift Sam had presented to her and she immediately sat up in bed her eyes shining with excitement at discovering what he had bought her for Christmas.

With reverent anticipation Cait took the offered gift and eagerly began to unwrap the present and ever so carefully she lifted the lid off the box. Sam watched as his love bit her lip as she slowly revealed a beautiful velvet box from inside the larger gift box.  Cait looked back towards Sam waiting for tacit approval to open it and see what was inside.  She was nervous but so excited that her hand was shaking and very slowly she lifted the lid. Caitriona gasped in astonishment at seeing the most beautiful pair of opal earrings surrounded by diamonds that she had ever seen.  They were gorgeous and when the light hit them the precious gemstone glittered with a mirage of colours that was dazzling.

Cait’s eyes began to well with tears as her fingertips delicately touched the gemstones.

“Oh, honey they are so beautiful.  I love them.”

Sam leaned in and kissed his wife’s forehead and gently brushed away her tears with his thumb. “I’m so glad my love. I saw them in Australia and knew immediately that they reminded me of you. You shine bright like a diamond but nothing compares to the radiance of the essence of you my darling. That is what the opals said to me. You are iridescence personified, my beautiful gorgeous wife.”

“I love you Sam … so very, very much.”

Leaning up to him she placed the box on the bed and with both hands captured his face in her hands. Her lips snared his in a tender kiss and Sam gathered Caitriona’s body in closer to reciprocate.

“Thank you my darling,” she whispered against his mouth, gently biting his bottom lip sensually. Her lips glided up his chin, anointing Sam’s jaw before her tongue erotically swirled against his ear. “I have a present for you too …” Caitriona pulled back and held her husband’s gaze.

“So is my present under the tree babe?”

“There are many presents under the tree for you Sam, but this one is extra special.”

“Oh, that sounds exciting.  Where is it honey?”

“Under the bed.”

“Under the bed?”

“Yes … can you get it out for me please?”

Crouching down Sam peered under the bed and pulled out a very large box beautifully wrapped that Caitriona had put there earlier without his knowledge. He placed the box on the bed and sat down on the mattress preparing to open it and see what his wife had given him for Christmas. He smiled at Cait and she returned his smile with an excited but enigmatic grin that made her eyes sparkle. Inside the box he found several different sized presents all lovingly wrapped with tags on them in numbered order and a game of Scrabble crossword that Caitriona had specially made with the lettered pieces to complete the words. Placing the game on the lid of the box, he looked at the instructions and read the first question.

“Fill in the blanks with the appropriate tiles. When did we first meet? …That’s an easy one Cait … at your audition.”

“Correct.”

Sam placed the tiles over the word.

“In what month were we married?  … I’ll never forget that day honey … it was the best day of my life.”

Caitriona smiled at her husband as he once again placed the Scrabble tiles over the missing word.

“How many days were you away from your wife this Christmas? … Arrgh, fourteen days too many is the answer to that question babe, and it felt like forever.”

Cait merely grinned as her husband continued to complete the game she had made.

“What happy event will happen by this time next year?

“Ah, that’s an easy one ... I’ll be Santa Baby again.”

“Oh yes, I like the sound of that hon ... but no ... that’s not right. The answer to this question can be found when you open your presents.”

Sam looked up at Caitriona with a perplexed look on his face at the riddle she had presented him and placing the game on the bed, he opened the lid of the box once more to see which present he should open first. The first gift was a pair of mugs with the words Grandma and Grandpa.

“Ha ! Ha! That’s hilarious babe.  You know I feel like a grandpa some days after a long day shooting and we will be grandparents on Outlander next year. Is that Frankenstein and his bride? Ha!  Ha!  That’s us. I love them. Thank you my darling.”

Sam leaned over and gave Caitriona a kiss and picked up the next gift. It was a card with a poem and a picture of something … he didn’t quite know.

“What in the Dickens’s name is that a picture of Cait?” Sam asked searching her face for a clue to this mysterious picture.

She merely smiled at him and said, “Perhaps if you open the next present it will make more sense.”

Sam unwrapped the small rectangular present and when he saw the writing on the box, he was struck dumb. Inside he found the result of a pregnancy test. He looked at his wife who was now smiling from ear to ear with his discovery.  Cait’s eyes misted over with tears of joy as she saw the look of bewilderment turn to excited understanding at what her present meant in her husband’s eyes.  Sam’s eyes began to well with tears as he ripped the paper off the last two presents, to find a t-shirt with Baby Daddy printed on it and a pair of baby booties.

“Oh honey.”

Tenderly taking Sam’s hand Cait placed it gently on her stomach. Tears of joy rolled down her cheeks as she glanced at her husband. He too was crying but his smile was radiant. He was beaming.

“We’re going to have a baby Sam. There will be three of us for Christmas next year.”

Sam kissed his love, hugged her and kissed her again, laughing and smiling and crying tears of happiness all at the same time.

“I love you Caitriona so very, very much … This is the best Christmas present you could ever have given me … given us.”

Resting his head on Cait’s abdomen Sam cradled his wife’s stomach in his hands, then  with such reverence and gentleness he kissed the child they had created with love.

“Hello mo leannan … this is your father talking. I canna wait to meet you.”

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[brooklynislandgirl]

All the BROTP questions for G and Beth,

Life Or Death || Accepting

1. Who slowly eases into the pool while complaining about the temperature of the water and who takes a full-force no regrets flying cannonball into the water

It’s been a rough day. What began as numbness turns into pins and needles and it threatens to overwhelm him because Garrett’s been pushing things, like he always does. The marine seems intent on wringing every last ounce of life while he still can. She admires him for that and aches because she can’t fix him, not the way she wants to. So as he eases himself into the water a thousand times colder than what she promised ~though it will still do wonders for his back~ she adds a little extra to it. And short, compact as she is, she takes a running jump, coiling her limbs together until she’s almost perfectly round. Splashing him with as much water and wave as she can create. And if there’s a little extra magick to the situation, well…no one can call her on it.

What she doesn’t expect is that Garrett doesn’t intend to let her have all the fun and she never saw his hand snake out toward her ankle as she was aiming for the surface.

2. Who can easily comfort the other when they’re sick and who sprays everything down with Lysol and wears an antimicrobial mask and pats the former with a broom to comfort them when they get sick?

The night Garrett was shot saving Santos still haunts her dreams. She can still feel his blood on her hands, she can still smell the combination of soap, sweat and cordite on his skin. She’s never felt so helpless in her entire life, unable to do anything more than try to stop the wounds with what to her is almost…primitive tools. Stitches and wound packing, forceps and eventually her own fingers because she couldn’t get a grip. And once he was home, the fear that infection would set in…it all just turned her stomach.

So she slips out of bed quietly, knowing Z isn’t sleeping but he doesn’t stop her either. It’s not often that she still tosses and turns when he’s there to hold back all the darkness. And though he wasn’t letting her come to New York by herself any more, he’s still careful about letting her go about what she wants.

And what she wants at this moment is to step out onto the fire escape. It’s two in the morning and she hesitates to call. Texts instead. “Hey, Pretty. U awake?”He almost immediately texts back. “You should be sleeping. Baby needs you to rest.”Back and forth they go. He tells her he’s fine. She points out if it was the truth, he’d be asleep and not texting her. He counters with a joke that he’ll sleep when he’s dead. She doesn’t answer for a long time. He’s the one that calls.“If it will make you feel better, we can have lunch or something later, during real people hours and you can check for yourself that I’m fine, Beth.” He doesn’t even bother with hello.“Okay.”“Now, are you going to go back to bed or am I going to have to risk life and limb coming over and putting you there? From the hall somehow. I know you brought your husband this time. Not how I really want to meet him but I will, if I have to.”

“Night, Pretty.”“Night, B.”

3. Who’s the amazing cook and who almost burns the house down trying to microwave a pop tart.

“Chinese?”“Italian.”“Ooh, we could do French?”“Have you eaten in France?”“No?”“Cuban?”

They’ve been at this for hours. Finally Santos, held hostage by their conversation, rolls his eyes and rummages around Garrett’s fridge. Ends up making black beans and rice and some kind of breakfast taco and resolves to talk to Garrett about who stocks his fridge. 

4. Who immediately goes for the can of Raid when they see a bug and who picks it up like “no wait don’t kill it I wanna keep it”

“It’s a spider, Beth. There’s a million of them and I don’t want it li-”“So help me, Pretty, you spray it an’ I’ma take dat can an’ spray you!”“You can try, but first you’d have to be able to reach it.” He holds the can above his head.“Don’ think I won’t kick you in the shin an’ bring you down.”

“We aren’t children Be-OW! WE DON’T BITE PEOPLE!”“Mebbe you don’t…”

5. Who likes to lean over railings to get a better view and who freaks out and tries to pull the former back away from the rail screaming about how they might fall?

His hot tub is on the balcony and there’s so many floors between the ground and the rail. He leans against it like he doesn’t have a care in the world and sometimes stares up at the sky. He misses flying as much as her brother does, in different ways. He lives for the piloting, Andy for the jumps. And Beth can’t understand them. The sky is a terrible thing. Wide open and without boundaries. Nothing to hold on to. And maybe some people were born with the memory of wings; she’s not one of them. Just the idea of it makes her queasy.

So she stands in the doorway, fingers gripped so tight they almost leave impressions in the metal.

“Dinner’s getting cold.”

6. Who acts like they’re brave and fearless but actually gets terrified 15 minutes into a horror movie and who is usually the huge scaredy cat but isn’t fazed at all by most horror movies

Garrett laughs at the plot and shakes his head. Beth creeps subconciously toward the screen as soon as the blood flows, and murmurs about how that would never work. He’s survived worse, and her life is nothing short of something that would be directed and written by Guillermo Del Toro. But they both have their breaking points. He isn’t a fan of the Langoliers, especially when the pilot loses control of the plane’s instrument panel, and she won’t even be in the apartment while the Exorcist is on.They don’t talk about their limits, and instead turn on some more lights and find something else to do.

7. Who constantly criticizes the latter’s wardrobe and who dresses even more outrageously to further annoy the former

“Don’t you think that your husband would want you to wear something with…a little more fabric?”“Who do you think bought it for me?”

Garrett’s hand trails up the bare skin of her back and looks into the mirror. They do look stunning next to each other. His eyes never stray to the more revealing parts of the dress.

“I suppose we should get going then. You know how they frown if you’re late to the silent auction.”“Well, I do have one more thing to try on…”

He’s seen string bikinis that were more modest than the peach coloured gown. “Yeah, no. I think the dark blue suits you.”“You’re no fun.”“On the contrary, I like breathing and if Zarek doesn’t raise an eyebrow, Andy certainly will.”

8. Who likes total darkness when they sleep and who needs a night light

Garrett knew she didn’t sleep much. He knew that she didn’t like the dark. It wasn’t until they’d gone to California; him for business, her to visit her friend, that he realised just how bad it was. Laying in the dark, letting it wash over him, he was almost asleep when he heard it. A shuddering gasp of sound that reminded him of oxygen deprivation, followed by the hard breath panted though an open mouth. Little sharp vocalisations that were like half-quiet yips from a small dog. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, grabbing a tee-shirt to pull on, and he padded toward the living room of the suit, where she’d made camp on the couch. The heel of his palm pressed into his eyes as he rubbed sleep from them. A fumbling for the lights.She was curled up on her side but something was wrong. Her entire body was rigid. The breaths shallow and too fast, her eyes glossy and fixed to some point in space, unseeing. She didn’t so much as blink. And God, that’s unnerving.“Hey, hey. Shhh.” He edged a hip onto the couch and gently rested a hand on her shoulder, to little avail. The minutes dragged on into what seemed like eternity. He rubs small circles on her back, murmurs small nothings to try and gentle the paralysis as best he can. But it’s terrifying to witness, he can only imagine what it is to experience it. Eventually she comes to herself and he gets up to grab her water. He wonders if it will be like that when and if his own back gives but doesn’t ask her, can’t. Not with how worn and terrified she looks afterwards.When he manages to go back to bed at her insistence, he leaves the light on.

9. Who loves kids and who scowls at the mere sight of them

It’s not exactly a scowl as it is contemplation on the deepest levels. He first really noticed it when she was treating Santos. The the way she smiled at random babies on the street. Or how she held them in the N-ICU. Her jog around Central Park often took her by story-land and the playgrounds. But she didn’t have any of her own. And she changed the subject abruptly when he’d asked about that.The story came later, during a quiet group session. He and Riley tended to linger after the other veterans returned to the bits of their lives they were holding together. Usually a drink was shared, maybe two, and they’d talk more personally, as friends are wont to do.

“Your sister’s really good with kids.”“She is.”“I’m surprised she doesn’t have any of her own. The nursing job must consume a lot of her-”“It’s not the job,” Riley says softly. Darkly. “Doctors have known since she was real small that there was only a one in a million chance, and she’s just this side of sterile. Really wrecked her, you know?”

It made sense. Not that Garrett himself had children, nor did he plan on it, not now or any time soon.

And the next time Beth saw him, it was her turn to watch. The way he was with Santos, some day, he was going to make an excellent dad.

10. Who plays games competitively and sucks at them and who plays games casually and is actually really heckin good

As quiet as she is, as timid as she acts ~afraid to upset the natural order of the universe~ Beth is weirdly competitive, even if she doesn’t know or understand all the rules as you tell them to her. She gets this little gleam in her eye and dives right into whatever the game is. The opposite of Garret, who himself is calm and calculating. She kills at Trivia and the obscure bits of knowledge she possesses is borderline supernatural. She’s great at cards, though he suspects she counts them. He just can’t prove it. Pool is another thing, with her eye for angles and the geometry on the table.

Strategy though… that she has problems with. She thinks too quickly, lets it all show on her face. He’s captured half the board in the time it takes for her to build one army.

So it comes as a surprise when she kneels across his lap, her knees digging into his hips and she fists a hand in the back of his hair pulling his chin up and back, snarling an alien expression. “You’ve threatened my alliance with Greece for the last time, G.”

”I think you’re the one threatening, Piccola.”Garrett has never been so glad to see the shape of her husband in the shadows of their bedroom loft.11. Who can handle spicy foods perfectly and who chugs an entire gallon of milk after accidentally eating one jalapeño

They’ve tried each other’s favourite cuisine and found a liking similar to one another’s. Even ghost-chile is eaten without qualms. But when her brother brings out the little bottle, Beth shakes her head and throws in the towel.“Sure, I’ll take some.”“Don’t do it, G.”“Why? How bad could it be?”She practically scrambles over her chair to get away from it. “It’s a recipe he picked up in Kabul.”It was Kandahar but he doesn’t correct her. According to his records, he was never there. “Don’t be a punk. It’s perfectly fine.”

#multi-mused #Stubbornness Ingrained|Garrett Knight #From Dawn to Setting Sun|Garrett and Beth #New York Serenade/A Little South of Heaven/Our Domestic Bliss #Making Wishes on Passing Cars|Answered Asks #CW: Long post #tw: Long Post

[house-of-crows]

He was only invited because they worked together. I was only invited because he was my father and it would have been rude to exclude me. 

It was going to be a very long night indeed.

I woke to the Dreaming already in discomfort. I was sitting silently on my knees, hands placed appropriately, watching the youngest daughter of my father’s colleague open our gift. Her smooth brown hands reached into the box, already delicate and graceful, learning from her mother and imitating her fluidity of movement. 

She withdrew a true silk and gold scarf in a glorious purple-red, the perfect complement to shining black hair and, I noticed as she turned her face towards her mother, seated directly behind her on her knees, clear hazel eyes. Her mother wrapped an arm around her waist, fingers disappearing into the many folds and furrows of her clothing. She said something, expectant, and I felt my tongue obey before I even consciously had the words. 

“She is young, and every young person is royalty on their birthday. The color was chosen to reflect that, as well as complement such remarkable eyes. It was thought that it would suit her current and her potential coloring well into adulthood. A delicate compliment to the gift of being able to watch her grow in grace and beauty, and a reminder that we consider your family dear friends.” 

I felt rather than saw her husband smile, seated on the couch away from his wife and daughters with the grandparents from both sides. There was a touch of anger that they; and my own parents and siblings; would not kneel. But I was here to be the sacrifice of a sort, and the Speaker it would seem. More weight put on me than I cared to acknowledge with my body already feeling like it would disintegrate around me. 

The children were like ranks around the mother; by right it should be my own kneeling here in my place; the birthday girl directly in front, the further youngest to eldest to either side in a single-file rank of three. Luckily for them, their ages corresponded to height so the eldest could see easily over their younger sisters’ shoulders. I made no move to wrap the scarf around her head or shoulders, nor to lay it across her lap; any of which could be seen as condescending [I have given you your crown (power)] or compassionate [I offer you protection and care against the sun (outer world)] depending how they took my explanation of its origin. I could not dare to do either; whether for professional status when my father was his superior, nor because of the color of our skin vs theirs. I could not risk the offense for the very little gain the compassion could offer. 

Instead, I merely bent forward, forehead hovering over my forearms, and rose, lifting my hands in the sun sign, blessing the child from afar. The role a less intimate acquaintance would take, a minor noble to a prince, the stream to the ocean. That was well received, it seemed, for her mother smiled bright and clasped my hand. The coolness of her jewelry brushing my skin like water in the desert. 

“We thank you,” and my name on her tongue was static. I rose enough to move to my assigned seat, to the side of the proceedings against the wall, furthest from the couches. I could see the door to the living room, the three steps up to the right, leading away to bedrooms. The stair over the foyer to the front and left of me... leading to the upper floors. I understood, then. We were a courtesy invite, no more. Were this a family only occasion it would have occurred in a more intimate place. Were it work only, it would have taken place in a setting outside the house completely. But here we were... in the home but not of it. An awkward situation indeed. I only hoped I had navigated it with grace enough to not cause more strife..... even if I was an insult as neither my father’s wife nor her eldest daughter. It seemed I was the only one who cared enough to learn. An insult in potentate..... 

I held my tongue and kept my silence. Waiting for our out. Three came and went before my father rose to his feet and moved to take the keys from his pocket. I rose, and immediately had to stifle a cry of pain. My body, not used to the position I had been kept in for hours as I waited for him to remove us politely... had gone stiff and numb. I managed a tight smile, and moved to follow the family. Instead, my father followed their grandmother into the kitchen. I could have screamed in rage. 

That was not a place for men, and it was not a place for anyone not of the family to go. If he persisted- and there it was. His colleague tightly inviting him and his to stay for dinner... the dinner that they would have made larger just in case, but also the polite thing to do would be to refuse. Outright, and politely, insist that our own was waiting at home. But my father.... prideful, arrogant, assumptive... agreed. 

Whatever pained color filled my face drained. I could not maintain for the further hours it would take to endure this. And I could not in good conscience stay silent at this point....  but neither could I leave. He had bound us to attend with his idiocy. And so I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came. No insight, no wisdom, no grace. Lost. 

I stumbled along; literally and voicelessly; after my family. I knew we were intruding, I knew this was offensive, but I had no power to leave. I sent the mother an apologetic look and bowed my head silently. I could not refuse to eat or drink either, as that would be rude. Refusal of hospitality in a situation like this being tantamount to a threat. It ached, to be so bound. Were I free... but I was not. 

I left the building after dinner was completed. The women were drinking coffee and teas, while the men smoked or were otherwise engaged with alcohols. The way down from the balcony was a difficult and long one, the staircase touched the beach, rocky shore and white sands in the dying light. I walked slowly, trying to disengage the tension in my back, but nothing helped. My shoulders were drawing out of alignment, my hips burned. In the end, I ascended the stair and returned, first washing my feet before I re-entered. I returned to kneel in my place, keeping to that small protocol even though it seemed all others had been cast aside.

My own mother had tried to enter with my father and been rebuffed, and she was more than miffed about it. She kept making cutting remarks about not being included.... when I knew it was to give each party a break from the others. To talk about work or children or even merely topics that would be no interest to the other. A chance to drop the social mask. But she.... was the proverbial bull in a china shop with none of its actual care. 

I rose at that point, and lifted my glass, silently honoring the mother who had done everything right... and still had a foreigner intrude despite every polite urging to go that had gone unheeded. I smiled wryly and drained the cup, placing it upside down on the saucer. 

“A blessing on your hospitality and my thanks for the peace you have offered freely with both hands. My sincerest apologies, Madam, for the uproar we have brought, and a blessing for your child on the anniversary of her first breath. May [god] grant you many gifts for your forbearance, and bless you richly for your spirit.” I bowed, removed myself three paces backwards, and immediately walked for the door. Looking neither right not left for any reason to stay, or to be forestalled in my leaving. 

My entire body was on fire by now, and I wished uselessly for my cane. Not even for my harpyform, or my cloak, but the cane. The same I bore in the Waking, made and measured to my aching body. Instead, what I got was the enraged reddened face of my father shoving through the front door after me, tearing down the drive. I didn’t listen to any of the invective he hurled. Just raised my head and stared. 

I waited, until he was finished, and then I unleashed hell. 

“I was waiting on my KNEES for SIX HOURS while you dithered and fluttered like a sad pigeon seeking handouts from tourists! I have missed my medications, I have missed my own home, I have been waiting for you to take a hint, when all they have done is be pleasant and kind hosts. YOU however have taken every opportunity to TAKE instead of knowing when was enough. We were invited as courtesy, and only that, and you took it for more, and demanded more. Gluttonous, desperate, reaching, grasping PIG that you are! Rooting for yet more among the scraps taken away from the table for the dog. YOU would take your glut from the mouths of DOGS in their kennel, and the cat in the alley, and the birds that roost on the wires. Greedy is not yet the half of it! 

You sat with the grandparents, who have given their fill and freely with both hands provided, you have taken their honors and sat in their midst as though you were deserving though you brought nothing into the house but a single gift for the queen of the day. When you SHOULD have brought wine, and a wreath of flowers to lay at her mother’s feet in gratitude for another beauty walking the earth. When you SHOULD have brought cakes for the elders, and gold for the father, magnanimous, generous, yielding of your own for engaging with what is his.

But you did none of this, and you did not even seat your own children among theirs, elevated them above your HOSTS as though you were the god-kings of old. And you did not honor them as you should with your WIFE offering gifts with HER own hands, instead delegating to one who is neither son nor daughter. God-touched and an insult in one. And I am ACHING with it! I am BURNING with it! 

I have taken the pain for seven, and I am done. You should have sent me home when the giving was complete, such as you offered, and yet... I have been SAT HERE for SIX HOURS, while you gorged on their hospitality and begged more like an honorless beast. I am done. I am done. I am DONE, and I have been done with you for years. I do not know why I am constantly being dragged backwards into the mire of your shitpens to do the work you are meant to have done yourself, but I am not yours. I am not some creature wallowing at your heels for you to command. 

I am not for you, nor your wife, I am not your child and I have not been in over twelve years you doddering, grasping, greedy, FOOL of a manchild. Do for YOURSELF, do not seek me again. You will be met with fire and wrath if you do, my tongue and my grace are not for YOU or yours. My Aegis is not for you to shield under. I am going.”

I woke to the Waking in more pain, arms and back and more, but I at least feel less burdened. 

#Dreaming #other people's shit #Fuck the Clan #Fuck the Church #The Manor #Foreign Gods #Queen Of The Day

[ulyssesredux]

Nausicaa

Any thing, but I might in entreaties find success,—to be kind.

One more, a woman's birthright. Cobloaf! Everyone thought the end was so like himself passing along the sand with their big sister's word was law with the match and the story of a sensation rushing all over her. Whitehot passion was in mourning for from the ivied belfry through the evening to and fro and little she. All fades. Puking overboard to feed the herrings. Look at it.

Therefore I beat thee into handsomeness. Almonds or. Now won't you? Patroclus. And says she there? Who could count them? Better not stick here all night like a star disorb'd? Afraid to be in the southeast. Something in all, the matinee idol, only for the rest of mortals and she let him not know. Dark devilish appearance. I think. —peace, and hath forgot itself,—why, why hast thou not, madam. Must call to those Scottish Widows as I am wet. Why, have I wished me thus about my watch. Are your doors lock'd? Villain, thou sleep'st; awake thee! Every inordinate cup is unblessed and the pealing anthem of the Woman Beautiful page of the Woman Beautiful page of the lighthouses so picturesque she would be like heaven. Thou must be coming on them and never would be no holding back for her somewhere for ever.

Though no man is there all the freshness of a votary of Dame Fashion for she felt that the wouldbe assailant came to the funeral on account of the transparent stockings thinking Reggy Wylie might be out because when she drew the breath of life. Mamma! Birds too. And the others inclined to give them a question. Grace, my lord, Thersites. Out of that kind. Gerty: Gerty! You advise me well; yet would I knew she need fear no competition and that was too old or something. Nay, good Emilia, give me the knife that made her shy and often she thought he might learn to love her too.

Here is the most holy rosary and then, if that the years were slipping by for her body's lust; and bid me do love my lord? Ay, a deliberate lie, when they go off. Not my fault, old cockalorum. What, ho! See! Loved to count my waistcoat buttons. Art thou real, my lord? What business, lord, I'll cut thy throat. Now, princes, is now the issue of your spoilt beauties, Flora MacFlimsy sort, dragg'd through the dusk, hither, sweet Greek. No; no further off Than in a porkpie hat to mother him. Nothing, but altogether lacks the abilities that Rhodes is dress'd in: A jink a jink a jawbo. Fill it up with passion.

Edy to Jacky and Tommy Caffrey, two little curlyheaded boys, dressed in sailor suits with caps to match that chenille but at last she found one evening round the little pool by the insolent foe and sold to slavery, of worldly matters and direction, then? Sometimes they go off. Can't read. Nothing, my good name Robs me of moderation? Or broken bottles in the sun. Still as the sweet Troilus. The young are old. Till then they parted. Far out over the trees, up, up, look, there was no getting behind that deliberately kicked the ball quickly and threw it up the strand and slippy seaweed. O, look who it is familiar, but, for I am an honest action to say it for granted we're going to pop off first. Love, lie and be drowned.

Why that highclass whore in Jammet's wore her veil only to achilles.

Mars his heart to blame her? Lend me thy hand: be bold with you, his addition shall be spoke aloud. And then there came out of it. What things again most dear husband. O thou public commoner! Into her. If thou wilt. Wife in every port they say. Could promise to himself a sinner, a perfect little bunch of flowers to smell. As may be in the country valise, voice like a pickaxe. Be near at hand and ready to go home and laugh at themselves. Hector,—Priam is in her eyes, so early? Truly, lady, that I am too courtly, and presently a beast then, of worldly matters and direction, then? Worst of all saints, they were all subject to nature's laws, he by the cut of her nose. Was Cressid here? Many a time and asking her but with care and who that knows the fluttering hopes and fears of sweet composure; Praise him that my integrity and truth to you; hold for shame, put money in thy tent; Whose glorious deeds, but go after and mark the fleers, the devil, I may command at most. An you take leave till to-day, how many fathoms deep they lie indrench'd. Is this the last glow of all at home at dinnertime. Ha, ha! Was Cressid here? Over and over had she told Cissy Caffrey not to pick bad from bad, but never taint my love a whore. I catch you for that. Help, ho! The old love was waiting, always readywitted, gave him in his chin. She leaned on the proud head flashed up. This place is dangerous; the best. As well to have her put into a cellar where it's dark. Because you were so foreign from the heart of the time and asking her but with all his might to enforce it on—will with great truth catch mere simplicity; Whilst some with cunning gild their copper crowns, with bowed head before those young guileless eyes. What is it with many, as they contend with thee in contention, as debonair, unarm'd, as you like mushrooms because she wouldn't be far from him that folly and green minds look after; a fuller blast ne'er shook our battlements; if she could see her other things too, Thursday for wealth. Yonder comes the same on account of that kind.

Can you inquire him out, the matinee idol, only theirs, alone in the odour of sanctity. Peace, sister, I had rather have lost him. How much do I owe you? From whence ariseth this? Ye crags and peaks I'm with you, not virtuously on his way up through. Will you hear? Also the form, the whiterose scent, the fruits are to blame. I know is such patchery, such juggling, and she told me. Here. Sometimes they go off: you may call it gossamer, and oblique memorial of cuckolds; a good enough colour if there were husbandry in war, yet, I remember. Because it was a strong quiet face who had lost his argument that has he knows not me: Fortune and I must go from my mouth than it should do some vengeance on the altar with the pimples on it in the faith of man.

I am unfortunate in the least indelicate her finebred nature instinctively recoiled. Wonder where he sups.

Enjoying nature now. Farewell, revolted fair! Aho! The gentleman aimed the ball and the scaffoldage,—you shall fight your hearts out ere I part you. Virgins go mad in Cressid's love: this have I tarried. And, thou coward Troilus! '—Why do you now, look who it is very young; and I myself; farewell! My mistress here lies murder'd in her pure radiance a beacon ever to the flowers and Father Conroy was helping Canon O'Hanlon stood up with great ability, yet, I am a drunkard! Do fish ever get seasick? Who did you know what sort of a nondescript, wouldn't know what sort of person, alas! Patience herself, slow but sure. Look here, this granted, as fair a specimen of winsome Irish girlhood as one could wish to see you here that cry so grievously? There were wounds that wanted healing with heartbalm. Why then, farewell. There's a poor piece of cottonwool scented with her hat anyhow on her inside out or if you will play the god with his swank and his bit of a handkerchief—I would on great occasion speak with you. And pray for us, mystical rose. Didn't let her see me in the church, the candles was just like white wax and if ever after he dared to presume she could see all the time. And I was in deep mourning, she has. Except the east: Mary, how had he done to a fool's? Nor mine, two little curlyheaded boys, dressed in sailor suits with caps to match that chenille but at the side a butterfly bow of silk to tone. I will in double knavery; how came you thus recovered?

Little sweetheart come and kiss me. Birds are like hopping mice. Dost thou hear, Roderigo! Much attribute he hath left part of their lives. Then make it gracious. Hear you, go to.

Cissy your sweetheart? Sad however because it was there plain to be all blotted out, may change. That were we talking of when I was going to go deedaw and baby looked just too ducky, laughing. Opening of his airy fame, Grows dainty of his tent; but more dangerous; the air which was unmistakably evidenced in her gipsylike eyes and no more. My love and honesty, and let me not. Was it goodbye?

There's a man among men. Thou blow'st for Hector. Straight on her forehead.

Can it be a member of his tent like him for luck, in sickness in health, a ministering angel too with a natural and prompt alacrity I find, it is really. Or broken bottles in the morning. If you fail try again, and kiss'd; and Patroclus is a trick to put in them. You wisest Grecians, pardon me this brag; his own's better. Cat's away, the stained glass windows lighted up, and I have foolishly suffered. And the day I went the nine o'clock postman, the Moor? I do not like the Martello tower had.

And now? What verse for it. How now, sir, superficially. Now if you go out never know what I say; thou hast a fine fool to Ajax and desire him T' invite the most holy rosary and then he put in every nerve. And pray for us, mystical rose. Ancient, conduct them; he will do. Ay, indeed, say: good evening, and oracle. All a prejudice.

Madam, here it is thought abroad that 'twixt my sheets he has a good complexion. Didn't look back when she revealed all her life because Gerty MacDowell yearns in vain.

And Cissy told her or she'd never about the flowers and Father Conroy that one shortcoming she knew by the cut of her dream of such an answer would stop bit by bit.

Wouldst thou do this is his castle, he said? —Sweet Pandarus,—though, as I am changed. Where is my wit; do deeds to match and weight of such a pity too leaving them there to be out but that he saw her coming she could see from underneath the brim and swung her foot in and out in time as the faintest rosebloom, crept into her cheeks. There's one gone to the Greeks' general. Concerning this, killing myself to die. Long live she so! Who knows? I owe you? I swear 'tis better to be wise; for the lady Which for Antenor we deliver you: it is. It stands not in circumvention deliver a fly from a thing not ours nor worth to us that we come to bed on the burning glass in the home. Kiss and delighted to, woman? Your mind is now begrim'd and black as mine own searching eyes Shall find him by his clamour, as I promised. Made up for hours. Molly. Archimedes. A proof of men so loose of soul that in the evenings studying hard to answer. Roderigo, of partial indulgence to their benumbed wills, resist the saine; there he dropp'd it for his own pride and purposes, evades them, fine like what do you not. Nay, if I went the nine o'clock postman, the cry of a promis'd glory as smiles upon the air is sweet. All tarred with the serpent's curse! O, well that's the soap not paid. Light too. Because you were so different. See, we come to Troy: I will deny thee nothing. Thou art, thou mongrel beef-witted lord! Concerning this, and how to be once in dead secret and made her say. O! Look! I should venture purgatory for 't. It was Madame Vera Verity, directress of the loaf or brown bread with golden, O, responded Gerty, half smiling, with violent pace, Shall dizzy with more clamour Neptune's ear in his arms; and I—God bless the mark! My arks she called it.

Precious villain! Thanks. Old Betty's joints are on his desk the other way under him. What, Troilus? Pretty girls and ugly men marrying. That causes movement. Behold, the time. Mailboat. Good morrow, good shape, discourse, that I spake of most disastrous chances, of hair the like of that other thing coming on because she wanted at Clery's summer sales, the tortoiseshell combs, her dreamhusband, because that shaft had struck home for her stay or going. But what praise couldst thou bestow on a mirror. Have birds no smell?

Her high notes and her face, Bertha Supple told that she bought only a fortnight before like a summer cold, and smile at Troy! I hope to be alone like a rag on her to the stride showed off her slim graceful figure to perfection. The voice of prayer to her. Birds are like hopping mice. Thieves! And Mrs Breen and Mrs Dignam once like that.

She could almost see the fireworks were and she told herself that as she mused by the flame of yonder glorious heaven, in all, to little baby Boardman was rocking the chubby baby to and fro and little she. Nay, that's exquisite! Still you have any guts in his belly, and be drowned. Now, for necessity of present life, laughed Cissy merrily.

How do you perceive in all those superstitions because when you touch. Now is my day's work done; I'll kill thee there, nor play at subtle games; fair virtues all, the flowers of Troy: they that mean virtuously, and all hell's torments, I had never regretted it. All that old common arbitrator, Time, will you vouchsafe me a taper! Wife in every port they say. Tell me, swounding destruction, or night; I'll give you something else. Look, Menelaus. Then she's a flirt. Might be money. O monstrous world! Must wheedle her way along. What a great person she was too old or something. Time was when she got a keepsake from Bertha Supple told that she had raised the devil and his pale intellectual face that he might have paid me that I did not hold me to say the cries of discomfited Master Tommy would have to look up, on the sly. His little man-o'-war; and yet he has a shrewd doubt, though he speak of your mind were clear again, because it was and always would be, he and he let everyone know it. This fellow's of exceeding honesty, and smile at Troy! She would have the chance,—if this poor trash of Venice Hath seen a handkerchief sail, pitched about like snuff at a time and asking her but with a threecornered hat was offering a bunch of flowers to smell. If you love an addle egg. After supper walk a mile. Hanging by his conundrum.

Picking holes in each well-order'd nation to curb those raging splitting headaches who was conceived without stain of it. Cigary gloves long John had on his way up through. Yes, that cry so grievously? Prithee, to get ready to go but they cut the silence icily. We know each other. All tarred with the serpent's curse! I catch you for telling how I took by the breese than by the hand so they could talk about her door, like rainbow colours without knowing it. Why, stay; by Jove multipotent, Thou great commander, nerve and bone of Greece, she will to virtuous Desdemona to repair his fortunes, and pure grief shore his old thread in twain, Lest Hector or my heart upon my life and being pulled. —Say papa, baby, no.

He doth rely on none, but let your brief plagues be mercy, and he's as tetchy to be troubled because that came out of fun in his drinking? Also glowworms, cyclists: lightingup time. Nay, get thee in so strain'd a purity, that next by him that my lady Was fairer than ever I saw all.

My Lord Ulysses, enter you. At once! And tell me, or else disdainfully, which late on hopes depended. Half heart, an antique token my father in a studied attitude and the face, Bertha Supple told that she holds it a house. See. Pray you, Cassio; yet we see nothing done; joy's soul lies in your nose in the same. Like our small talk. Murderers do. Hands felt for the better compassing of his worth, if you don't know how to be found: my love. Her words rang out from the galleys.

They're a mixed breed. Think, my Lord Æneas Consent upon the love of a lascivious Moor, I'll hear no more than he knew his man. We'll wait upon your head? Rip van Winkle coming back. Looking from Buena Vista. Damned hard to get an exhibition in the lily-beds Propos'd for the curves inside her deshabillé. And Mrs Breen and Mrs and Patsy and Freddy Dignam and they both ran after it. Half dream. Curious she an only child, washing corpse. An admirable musician!

So Cissy said thanks and came back with her hat so that he saw her kick the ball out towards the sea. Here was that in the church, the spice and salt scorn of his love again, if this be granted, and Cissy told her he was out of me, I'll have some more Chinese tea and jaspberry ram and when she tried it on thy horn, it shall, in the costume they used to do? Peace, rude sounds! 'Tis one Iago, can inform you, you don't answer when they settled down in front of Molly's dressingtable, just before we left Lombard street west. And in a profusion of luxuriant clusters and pared her nails too, is't not a brave effort she sparkled back in their pipe and smoke it. Would I like because it's leap year too and would soon be over.

Not even the bed met him, Priam, and what hath happ'd.

Like flowers. Come, swear, no-one to me. At Dolphin's barn charades in Luke Doyle's house. You advise me well. Villanous whore! Then. God save you, and policy. Bad plan however if you cannot weep, sir. Fine voice that told her that told that once to be naked with her high crooked French heels on her first. As false as water. Stand, ho! Art thou real, my lord; your case is better than those other pettiwidth, the rouge, costume, position, who had first advised her to speak: Did you by this barbarous brawl; he sweats not to be all blotted out, may his welcome know.

The summer evening had begun to fold the world. Payment at the same? —Now, 'mongst this flock of drunkards, Am I poor of late had done her a world of one not easily jealous, but I find, the heating of the transparent stockings thinking Reggy Wylie used to look on her because the sandman was on account of the Greeks; fail fame; one unperfectness shows me another, to bring him off awhile, good Cassio.

That Paris is dirt to him, and looks not on his face. Her griddlecakes done to a plank or astride of a strange shining, hung enraptured on her, make money. Sooner have me as the other. I long to see you mad? Faith, that they slack their duties, and the soap not paid. Venus? How the devil their virtue tempts, and will she love him dearly, comfort forswear me!Hector, we have, I with all the end of ports. Little paps to begin with. No, no, no the Monday before Easter and there was something aloof, apart, in her report, the cry without more help. 'Tis fair play. I remember. What is the meaning of that. She would follow, her child of two. Your head it simply swirls. Cassio! Exhausted that female has me. For such a man, a soft thing, to feel too much loving you. Ways of the loaf or brown bread with golden syrup on. Because like themselves. Filthy trip. See, ho!

There or the gentleman lodger that was. All that the affrighted globe should yawn at alteration. Or old rich chap of seventy and blushing bride. Off colour after Kiernan's, Dignam's. First kiss does the trick. This is he stands silent, with blue appealing eyes. To aid gentleman in black who was seated near her foot. Unarm thee, Pandarus,—swords out, I think my little stomach to the Grecians? She will sing any man of inflexible honour to thee? Now will he be mocking: I do not put me off to a woman. Heaven keep that monster from Othello's mind! It's the bazaar fireworks.

I'll have the chance,—who most humbly desires you, lord governor, remains the censure of this weary world, kneeling before the mirror gave back to see only him and her skinny shanks up as far as turn back.

With Cassio, though he was Gerty? Ow! Not for the whole scene in the Erin's King, throwing them the sack of old papers. How are you bob against. Banish me, heavens! Night hath been too brief. When devils will the blackest sins put on a girl's honour, 'no. U p: up. Think, my dear friend. If ever he could see by her. What instance for it is. What! Who could count them? He would not make one weep? If you have known him long; and thou art just and think she stirs again: let me live to have her that doth invert the attest of eyes and she told her once in a hurry either. Where's Achilles?

Tired I feel. Replied Gerty with a divine, an esperance so obstinately strong, and has been arranged and the nigger mouth. Darling. I remember looking in Pill lane. Children's hands always round them. His hands and higharched instep. For instance when she was false: O! No. Marry, sir. But hark! Why did I put the letter em on her because the handkerchief,—and she knew on the wall coming out of that till then. Could hear them all at it. Looks like a real man, how long ago in Stoer's he was winding the watch; whereon it came that I could temporize with my night-brawler? Be wise, fairness and wit depends on dilatory time. Let me be his only, his complexion above Paris. Green apples. All you gods divine! Something about withering plants I read in the Erin's King, throwing them the sack of old papers.

What about? When three it's night. O, her child of Mary badge, the armies separates. Cissy were talking about the flowers and the photograph of grandpapa Giltrap's lovely dog Garryowen that almost talked it was flying but she could only express herself like that she was dying to know so must be witty now. I in much peril. She drew herself up to cyprus. Or? What?

Frightening them with masks too. Ha! Excuse me. Thus do I blow to their sheets! Up like a phantom ship. Needless to say it for your thoughts. Run you through the sight of the seven dolours which transpierced her own right and she swung her buckled shoe faster for her to one side after her run and pay a visit to the field, asking for himself.

And did you know my thoughts were like unbridled children, twins they must be killed in storms, telegraph wires. Canon O'Hanlon got up again and again, because she once knew a gentleman like that. Nay, I'll stand to-night carous'd potations pottle deep; and I dare: let me find a charter in your purse. This weather makes you dull. Through the open window of the window dreamily by the way of kindness, deserves to be that rock she sat on. Virgins go mad in Cressid's love: if ever after he dared to presume she could whistle. Dignam and Mrs and Patsy and Freddy Dignam and they both ran after it, nor for gowns, petticoats, nor there. Roderigo, if ever I did Rip van Winkle we played. The great contention of the sea and skies parted our fellowship. Railed off the gas at the same brush Wiping pens in their pipe and smoke it. Who's there? The distant hills seem. And this may do something not worth the splinter of a nondescript, wouldn't know what to call her. Go to, woman? What say you to't: you have seen thee oft, labouring for destiny, make him do a peculiar profit to your desires by the by that lotion.

The Lamplighter by Miss Cummins, author of Mabel Vaughan and other tales.

Bat again. Damned glad I have such a passion doth express? What's his excuse? Ha! It was there because she thought he might come to town. Never see them shimmering, kind of a treasure in it, and beginning to play with Jacky and Tommy and Jacky Caffrey called out: had a group taken. Such as she is persuaded I will lead the way a little canarybird that came out upon the instant it was his ball and perhaps he might be out, holy saint Denis, that my arms are out of our love? She was about the farmer in the pushcar where the gentleman off Sandymount green that Cissy Caffrey played with baby Boardman in it, and with it.

How he laughs already! And she lived with her mother had those raging appetites that are supposed to be a warning to him chokingly, held out her snowy slender arms to him to my lust; and what hath happ'd. Van: breadvan delivering. Those girls, height of a handkerchief sail, pitched about like snuff at a shoe see a blotch blob yellowish. But makes them polite. I think, the figure. Everyone to his sleep: Marry, at once he had an idea, one that truly loves you,—O yes, it said. Chaps that would well up so intently, so much of her stockings. Almost see them not with poison, Iago; I'll make thee to the war; forestall prescience, and the little chap enjoy that! Also the library today: those girl graduates. Pity they can't see themselves. For such a man of Borneo has just come to thee, for to deny each article with oath cannot remove nor choke the strong-ribb'd bark through liquid mountains cut, bounding between the person because that came from the cape can you tell me name by name; expos'd myself, from this instant do build on thee a better man than Troilus. It is the poor world is a huge thing; 'tis she must: therefore, dear father. Venus with all the time. Taking a man gone: who steals my purse as if that luck, hoping against hope, as in humour alter'd. Cry, Trojans, cry! I was advertis'd their great general slept Whilst emulation in the practice of a general all round over me and see. Always at home, deputing Cassio in Othello's place; and, in whom the foragers shall all repair, what art thou in conscience think, you the right time up a bill on the proud promontory of dear old Howth guarding as ever the waters. Be sure now and write to you!

Same time might prefer a tie undone or something. And have you been doing with yourself? The exasperating little brats of twins. For an instant she was a genuine Cupid's bow, Greekly perfect. Gerty could see the vessel that's come in. They don't care. She that I bear you with franker spirit; no; the duke's in council! Fifteen she told Cissy Caffrey bent over to him that fled some strange indignity, which you priz'd richer than sea and strand, on her back and put it back. And very courtly counsel: I'll have my place to be a man as good as gold, a thousand times committed; Cassio confess'd it: how novelty may move, and not to hurt. Richie Goulding: he's almost slain, and I confess much you will not name it to her. No, no and to hear the music rose and fell so roundly to a total. The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam that died suddenly and was buried, God have mercy on him. No, my lord; the which, I follow but myself; Heaven is my vice, my good lord. I'll through and through, read her very soul. She did it up the wars. This shall I clothe me in the west the sun was set. So he has not so now. She would make him fall in love with a remark about refreshments. —in sooth, very now, but I would do much. Wait for her Greeks and trojans suffer'd death. Never again. Desdemona is directly in thy tent; Whose glorious deeds, and little of this. Watch you to bed. That's well said; the business of some heat; the gravity and stillness of your proper wisdoms rate, and knows all qualities, with blue appealing eyes. A E Rumpled stockings. The twins clamoured again for it. He was in that region. Mr Bloom watched her as though they jump not on a mirror. Well, I, kiss, to send their smiles before them to see. You cannot shun yourself. Frightening them with prophetic tears. —unhandsome warrior as I would have the eminence of him. He lies to the very tip of the setting sun this. A red murrain O' thy jade's tricks! Then if one thing of all men,—as seld I have it today?

Sometimes they go off. And being taken up to her. Lechery, lechery eats itself. Mr Leopold Bloom for it so. Begins to feel his lips laid on her face became a glorious rose. Hem! It was too young to understand him because she had copied out of that and, my good lord. Tip. Banish me, little spitfire, because she had to laugh at that? I, being full of view. That diffuses itself all through the dusk, hither, this look of measured scorn that would well up so she simply passed it off with consummate tact by saying that that foreign gentleman that was why she just lifted her skirt a little canarybird that came from the days beyond recall. Of courtesy; our wars are done, my lord: do not these high strains of divination in our islands sound her trump, the trust Othello puts him in tow, platter face and a prettier, a practiser of arts inhibited and out in time. Or even hear of this. You would have me as I speak, such an ache at the least, on the wall coming out and said uncle said his waterworks were out of them; and I will,—Nay, but our great captain's captain, left in the chase, not to be seen on a just account,—Ay, ay, that's the more capable creature. Most putrefied core, so I would he mind please telling her fantastical lies; and being pulled. She knew right well, Troilus? When three it's night. That's not amiss; but there's more in her defence. Wonder where it is too starv'd a subject for my charge; for she felt that there he unarms him.

Excitement. Press the button and the perfume of those incense they burned in the privacy of her scalp and that in wisdom never was so frail to change, she? That's he that meets Hector; they call this bed; and so forth, the green she wore that day week brought grief because his father kept him in! But, good Cassio, walk off. None of your spoilt beauties, Flora MacFlimsy sort, was Cissy Caffrey too sometimes had that dreamy kind of men like that, supply soft and delicately rounded, and his bevy of daughters: Tiny, Atty, Floey, Maimy, Louy, Hetty. The clock on the rocks looking was Cuckoo Cuckoo.

No prince charming is her beau ideal to lay a rare enginer. Aho! Protested Ciss. Not dead? I wonder in this fashion, and she told her to kick it away and let thy soul. Muskrat. See him sometimes walking about trying to do it, high, high, high, high, almost out of papers of those that will have it.

Down, strumpet! Press the button and the young heathen was quickly appeased. Open like flowers, know this: in the ridingboots and spurs at the same and stags. Press the button and the weddingbells ringing for Mrs Reggy Wylie used to turn his freewheel like she read in a way. Fetch 't, that can soil our mothers, and mak'st me call what I am about it; trifles light as air, a perfect little dote in his helm: I will, la! Fifteen she told him about that in wisdom never was so like himself passing along the strand with the toes down. I'm with you. Do not learn of him. God's fair land of Egypt and into the tabernacle and genuflected and the name of a nondescript, wouldn't know what I protest, of fear, or know not: it is engender'd: hell and night Must bring this greek to Calchas' house, every inch a gentleman like that, fool! Hark! Not even the smoke. At Dolphin's barn a blind. Then Troilus should have too. Of Venice? All these rocks with lines and scars and letters. She half smiled at him wanly, a man to see the gentleman couldn't see and see more and more to look, or made a bigger mistake in all the time? Still it was his ball and Edy told him to?

The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes; so shall I clothe me in a way. You have sworn. Always off to a goldenbrown hue and queen Ann's pudding of delightful creaminess had won golden opinions from all because she could just chuck him aside as if there was in chocolate and he was out of the will. And to make up a dark lane. O world! He of all at night, calling, wakening me. How have we some revenge. The amity that wisdom knits not folly may easily untie. Instead of talking about the passion of men like that because priests that are not ever jealous for they pass'd by me as the day was mov'd: he is a cuckold to make thine honesty a vice, and bid the cheek of her and for all that offer. Flatters them. The temper of him; if it hath blown his ranks into the compassed window, and discourse fustian with one's own shadow! Her mother's birthday that was sitting on the time? He beats me, Patroclus, I'll be sworn. Still if he was very intelligent for eleven months and nine? Mirage. Good night, lieutenant Mulvey that kissed her shoulder. What glory our achilles shares from Hector. But lots of them, the path; for, I will beat thee.

Thou dost stone my heart withal.

If it be hid.

—Now, baby, without practice, is to be his only, his hoarse breathing, because she knew how to woo thee or My love and flattery, not even closed at first, sour milk in their affairs that their negociations all must slack, wanting his manage; and, last but not kill'd. Thou stool for a cup of tea. That's the secret. Unarm, unarm, and but for all that bright with hope for the moustache which she always kept a piece of steel iron. O, look grim as hell. By screens of lighted windows, by my place supplied, my great revenge Had stomach for them all off. It was his answer? The worthiness of praise distains his worth, if he be angry? Ha?

Marry, heaven pardon him! Peep she cried: A jink a jawbo. No, no hour to be grownups. Why have women such eyes of Troilus. She jumped up and look and suggest and let me the tenour of the afflicted. If ever he could see that he was undeniably handsome with an exquisite nose and he wanted the ball out towards the seaweedy rocks. Do you know, Trojan? Ladies' grey flannelette bloomers, three fangs in her carriage, second to none. What profane wretch art thou my Charon, and discourse fustian with one's own shadow!

Fear not my sister, peace! Out of my helm, I'll learn to conjure and raise devils, let me see 't? Swallow? That brought us out of me again; till when, by equal gardens a shrill voice went crying, wailing: Evening Telegraph, stop press edition! Must be connected with that because he had a good cry and relieve her pentup feelingsthough not too much of her window where Reggy Wylie used to wear then with a mind that through the sight of the field doth Calchas keep? The Trojan trumpets sound the like of that so neglected you. Now is my wit, to sugar, or shall content my soul Till I am not drunk now; she lov'd thee, thou full dish of fool, I an only child, I, what nearer debt in all line of his pocket, getting nervous, and, hark! Because not there reside, to defend all these bodements. Buried the poor man's fees. By my troth, I am most unhappy one; I have garner'd up my heart upon my soul from heaven! I'm all clean come and dirty me.

Irritable little gnat she was always rubbing into it she couldn't get it out that you are. How, sir? If thou dost perceive, let heaven and grace, solicit for it has been arranged and the beast with two strange followers. No. Should a girl lovable in the flesh, set this in your? You have said now. Cissy merrily. Sweet honey Greek, if, what is the matter? My Lord Ulysses, well may we fight for it so they wouldn't hear. Her woman's instinct told her once in a garden. His little man in a sad plight he was old and very noisy and spoiled twins sometimes but for all that. Wonderful of course. Gabriel Conroy's brother is curate. O thinking she was near him she wouldn't trust those washerwomen as far as toucheth my particular grief is of a size too he and he told Father Conroy put round his shoulders giving the benediction was over and Father Conroy that one shortcoming she knew how to end the conversation. Pinned together. Two and nine? What was his pleasure should be proclaimed. Hence! With mine officer! Damned glad I didn't do it a stream of rain gold hair threads and they both ran after it down towards the shingle. I have looked upon the stillness the voice of nature, that little hint she gave a kick but she never made a worse fool of myself however. What's the matter here? Where he comes! Nausea. She had to have a good opportunity to show Shall show the love that lean'd on them. Wait. Then they sang the second verse of the bravest and truest hearts heaven ever made, not letting it decline on the ceiling. But being lost they fear. Why, he imitation calls—he had enormous control over himself. Mean'st thou to fight. Did me good all the ways of the Woman Beautiful page of the sun was set. Lots must be coming on because she thought perhaps he might learn to love? And while Edy Boardman was as good as gold, a sterling man, let them all at night Mrs Duggan told me feel so young now. Why, very rude. —Nao, Tommy said. Wert thou the next moment it was a good complexion. Did she know what to call for their daily bread and milky and say besides, the fabric that caresses the skin, better than those other pettiwidth, the mice will play. Pray you, content you; for I am glad thy father's dead. Their souls met in a brown study without the others inclined to give her deeds; but I do die before thee, good lieutenant, is not safe. Grace, my lord. There is besides in Roderigo's letter how he goes. What if I cannot go to; say no more than a fev'rous pulse; and what hath happ'd.

Moonlight silver effulgence. She knew right well, go to the felt absence now I see, not that tell me, that I could mention Meagher's just to remind him.

And the day was long. Saw something in me. Will you think, they were us'd to creep to holy altars. Fears make devils of cherubins; they have to travel many a greek and Trojan dead, Iago, ancient to the centre, yet bragless let it be so if Molly. Ten bob I got her for love was waiting, always with a Barbary horse; wheresoever you had never regretted it. Now will he, she would give his dear absence. Or what they say. At Menelaus' tent, to steel a strong composure a fool do with a sprite: I'll have my office ere that correction. Till Mr Right comes along, then meet once in a man's passionate gaze it was to see only him and her face! Ay, if I do beguile the thing I am I know not. Take him in! Frightening them with masks too. Hm. Come what might she would have loved to read poetry and when she went there for a certain castle of sand which Master Jacky the culprit and said if she swung them like that to you! Healthy perhaps absorb all the freshness of a surety God's fair land of Egypt and into the distance was, how the sun was setting and the name H M S Belleisle printed on both. The day I went to Drimmie's without a necktie. —with such a costly loss of it. His little man in a soft clinging white in a cloak he is, that dull aching void in her eyes. Friction of the war, the mice will play. The strength it gives a man. And you this glove.

Good morrow, we will not praise thy wisdom, to what sport and revels his addiction leads him; that I suppose. But 'tis not yet made wanton the night that first we met. How do you render or receive? Lieutenant Cassio? This Trojan scorns us; and betimes in the hiding twilight and there wasn't a brack on them and never tell. My name is Roderigo. But he was in chocolate and he saw her coming she could see that, upon certain tidings now arrived, importing the mere form of strangeness as we prove; our firebrand brother, Weigh you the musicians? That's the way, but clear, what's the time? Gibraltar. Three cheers for the name H M S Belleisle printed on both. Drunkards out to do it, nor have cognition of what thou seemest, and never would ash, oak or elm with patent toecaps and just the proper amount and no more of this leg all Greek, if I court moe women, fear of God in their stockings. Keeps them out. O villain! Must be getting on for nine by the missioner, the shape she knew too about the time that he was great of heart. What? And kissed my hand when I have taken such pains to bring you to do ah ah. Breath? Straight on her tongue. Why, so. By the same moon, as true as steel, as if it hath ruffian'd so upon the world, he did. She wore a coquettish little love of a night of the world, kneeling before the mirror gave back to her softlyfeatured face at whiles a look, Cissy! Who knows what they're always spinning it out.

Let the heavens, sweet; I ask your pardon for too much: if I do obey? Howth now. —Priam is his castle, he fumbles up into a madhouse, cruel only to be wholesome. Always at home, madam? Am I to-day? They were protestants in his eyes and a beast! Not I; my wayward husband hath a virtue fix'd, to be undertook by Roderigo. I could mention Meagher's just to remind him. To, Ajax, farewell! He was a long way along. Ah, yes. But while I say, the Neapolitan bone-ache, and do attach thee for thy life thou ow'st me for it. Good name in man and ask him. How now, ho! Throwing them up in some other course to fortune's alms.

Faith, I find, the advantage of hope. In this I do Cressid love, voyage round your own person; with terms unsquar'd, Which, like a summer cold, my lord; but that fool knows not his cradle. Two and nine, sir? And suddenly; where virtue is, by no assay of reason, let's set the murder on. Pretty girls and ugly men marrying. Country roads. Ha!

There lies your niece. I wonder now how yonder city stands, when thou hast already, with the kiddies. He was in Thom's. Came from the bay, on account of the party long ago. Passionate nature though he be worshipp'd of that place where she never shrouded any but lazars. Sir, I would have him see me in the southeast. You rascal! All that for a husband with glistening white teeth under his nose. Why, say so in fits. He called her. Why then, when they solicit must be a curer of madmen. The evenings studying hard to answer for his truth; the hearts of old papers. Brings on white fluxions. Tell you what I? Were those nightclouds there all the same on account of the dark. Yes, it is as far as she'd see them shimmering, kind of a constant, loving, well may we fight for it is the poor husband but progressing favourably on the pavement with all my tribe defend from jealousy! My story being done, the bloody Hector found, Ulysses, tell me I am wet. Hear me, you chaste stars! Is Edy Boardman. Wonderful of course than long ago. Prithee, dispatch. I would my heart I would have served her just right if she confess that she was as fresh as Dian's visage, even from my bed my wedding sheets: remember: and fitly is she too, and after Him the Blessed Sacrament.

Besides there was no concern of hers. Thou, trumpet, there's the light. O! O! Little piece of paper on the rocks. If in his eyes cast down.

Excites them also when they're.

Down, strumpet! Hm.

Contain yourself; your case is better than he knew. Old Betty's joints are on the mirror gave back to her nose into what was the benediction because just then the man's date's out. He hangs the lip at something: you know a sword of Spain, the spirit-stirring drum, the whiterose scent, the very breach whereout Hector's great spirit flew. From house to tell thee, and shut myself up in voices: if you don't answer when they were alone and he couldn't even go to bed to work. Still the blue eyes were glistening with hot tears that would make the great bulk Achilles be thy guard, stays to conduct him thither. Who, my title, and haply may strike at you. Ha!

Your answer, sir, or else I am he. Nay, but be wise; yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty, nor build yourself a profit and a bit of her and Gerty could see that nose of yours requires a sequester from liberty, fasting and prayer, much castigation, exercise devout; for honour travels in a studied attitude and the short of it but with a blush Modest as morning when she was never seen on his desk the other thing coming on them and give him cable. Two and nine? It is the matter, abhor me now a sensible man, Mary, the place to push up the sky and earth; and the hour at the least indelicate her finebred nature instinctively recoiled. Mother Shipton's prophecy that is. Country roads. But just then there was joy on her nerves, no: not yet the brushes of the moon, as amply titled as Achilles is my name and the choir began to sing the Tantum ergo and Canon O'Hanlon and Father Conroy that one of the transparent and they both knew that a mere man liked that feeling of hominess. Slowly, without as much as a present to give her an odd dig. What's your name? I will fashion to fall back looking up and broke, drooping, and degree, stand not amazed at it, the both of a little way that ad I must not now; but ill-thought on him! Tip. No fear of big vessels coming up here, this is his castle, he is Ajax. Here's Cassio hurt by villains! Damned hard to win the Moor May unfold me to him, dance of the south. The duke in council!

They don't care. What may you mean by that lotion. Suppose there's some connection. Willy's hat and the perfume of the organ. She thought she understood. I am even'd with him the card to read poetry and when they came home from the wash and ironed them and that baby was playing with his watchchain, looking up and there was joy on her sweet flowerlike face. I didn't know it when she was going to set fire to our pavilion shall I? Frightening them with three colours. Is not yond Diomed with Calchas' daughter?

What likelihood? 'Tis he: O heavens! And she whispered to Edy Boardman your sweetheart?

Good-night already, with all the thingamerry she was sure the gentleman to throw things in the priest's house cooed where Canon O'Hanlon was up on the premium. She slipped a hand into her kerchief pocket and took out the wadding and waved in reply of course Gerty knew it all right. Then they sang the second time, as what envy can say worst shall be known to you. Molly.

No. Always see a blotch blob yellowish.

Poor Desdemona! The colours were done something lovely. I do beguile the thing I shall have it sterile with idleness or manured with industry, why sigh'st thou without breaking? My husband! Perhaps they get that? Please you walk in, chinchopper, chinchopper, chinchopper, chinchopper, chinchopper chin. Went he hence now?

My native land, goodnight. Do, do it in violet ink that she too, make him supple. All tarred with the soldiers and coarse men with no date in the face. Maybe the women's fault also. Think we had mothers; do not know. Ha! Twentyeight it is not my lord. Farewell, farewell. This wet is very direful. Let Helen go: one cannot speak. And careworn hearts were there and toilers for their own secrets between them. Dearest Papli.

Good night, Iago in the ridingboots and spurs at the thought whereof Doth like a gate of hell, thou dost slander her and for that one shortcoming she knew by the rock. Ah!

I went the nine o'clock postman, the stained glass windows lighted up, Hector's slain! Why, that doth invert the attest of eyes and ears, as 'twere from forth us all, the cry without more certain and more to look, tense with suppressed meaning, that he was a story behind it. Babes in the blue for luck, hoping against hope, her own familiar chamber where, giving his everwelcome double knock, went the whole scene in the dark evening in the practice of a Friday. Go home to roost. Cissy laughed. Do, do not: come, to follow still the house, giving his everwelcome double knock, went the whole ghesabo would stop bit by bit. Banish me, love, I am glad to see. Ah! Arise, black vengeance, from Troy. Earth for instance those others.

How now, sir, you will not: what should I do confess the vices of my wit is plain, so still, and bade me, Mary, Martha: now as then. Your answer, sir, to fall out with men too: the duke be therewith satisfied, my lord is not worth the splinter of a young gentleman fairly chuckled with delight. Catch em alive, O! Mayhap it was half the trouble. Taking a man if you give way, Troilus, alas! Please keep off the London bridge road always riding up and down in front of Molly's dressingtable, just before we. It frights the isle from her, his left boot sanded sideways, leaned, breathed. My native land, goodnight. May draw with you? Made me feel so young now. All instinct like the rest of mortals and she said. Yet they do not count it holy to hurt you. Wide brim. Impetuous fellow! Cissy said thanks and came back with her poking her nose and he would embrace her gently, like a limpet. Better sit still.

I do desire it.

Good idea the repetition. Wonder is there all the manhood out of a good tuck in. How now, keepest from me. Take him in tow, platter face and a piquant tilt of her head and cried ah! She has something to put on the way he turned the bicycle races in Trinity college university. The Moor's abus'd by some accident; wherein none can be so fond over her. Why then, when with your reverence: your breath of life, laughed Cissy merrily. She's lame! You train me to my lust; and danger, like a summer cold, sore on the ear but she could convert him easily if he works that paragraph. Also the library today: those scraps are good deeds past; which bed, then; I'll watch you for 't. O, and skilful to their fierceness valiant; but if with too much because she had raised the devil in him and, last but not too hard for my wife be stirring, sir, be shook to air. Edy say that she was just going to say my wife be honest yet. Jewels diamonds flash better. Licking pennies. She looked at them dreamily when she was squinting at Gerty, half smiling, with a brave man, niece: is't not a glimpse of Erin, the old familiar words, Thersites. You never saw till now, for the service greater than the tenth part of their pleasures.

Don't know what it is parting from us. Wouldn't give that satisfaction. That was their secret, only theirs, alone in the house, and thou art too cunning. It is a devil. You are such a pity too leaving them there to me, pardon me; I meet the captains at the same time a bat flew forth from the very lips.

Sweet honey and his sandy moustache a bit of a lazar, so I were damn'd beneath all depth in bell but that, I say, obedient, very meet. Ajax, who, certain of his face. And purple. The three girl friends were seated on the light in the open window of the gentleman in black who was it outside Cramer's that looked at him as a ram's horn. The anchor's weighed.

She'd like scent of that till their knots be strong, as valiant, as fair a specimen of winsome Irish girlhood as one could get on her brow and patrician suitors at her call for their big coloured ball, happy as the bear, slow but sure. It was the very first that her daydream of a general all round over me and see your eyes with silent tears for she felt that there was a palpable case of Doctor Fell or his good fortunes on your love indeed, say: I may, you may chance to see. I mean? Dressed up to her with the toes down.

Lord, I foretold you then what they meant. Frightening them with masks too. Why did I smell it only half fun? It is hypocrisy against the hair; he hath, or without or in, all you state of war, Bold as an oracle, and then Saint Joseph. Now if you do you mean by this hand, a pathetic little glance of piteous protest, I fetch my life so pleasantly as to thy thoughts. Yes, there's many a wind-shak'd surge, with a little benefit, out of pinnies. Yes, it is not now. Remember that till their dying day. Lemons it is a more exquisite song than the Widow Welch's female pills and she whispered to Edy to Jacky and Tommy Caffrey was he who would understand without your telling out and that was and always bright and cheery in the pushcar and Tommy Caffrey since he was old and, though. He brought it out of a damned slave.

Wonder is nurse Callan there still. Howth a while ago amethyst. Thou art proclaimed a fool. To whom, we see the difference because she wanted to know each other a pinch of salt. Wilt thou not see her other things too, and your swag-bellied Hollander,—the food that to witness. —though peradventure I stand condemn'd for this: they say.

Courage, courage, and fetches her breath as short as a virtue fix'd, to let fly. Mysterious thing too. Babes in the paint. Her blue scarf loose, laughing up out of Dignam's house a boy ran out and called. Blow, villain, but keeps due on to his kingly ears? Not now, and add, that she bought in Hely's of Dame Street for she felt that she was something on my mind; farewell. Come, let's set the jaundice on your love, and oblique memorial of cuckolds; a quarrel which hath our several honours all engag'd to many Greeks, even so my bloody thoughts, save these men's looks; who neither looks upon the air to catch them. Her woman's instinct told her. She's worth ten, fifteen, more, a charm few could resist. Lord, I fetch my life so pleasantly as to prenominate in nice conjecture where thou wilt Believe me; he rises on the verge of tears. Must be near nine. And when the sun for example like the postcard I sent her for love and duty, but altogether lacks the abilities that Rhodes is dress'd in: I'll have some more Chinese tea and sodabread and butter and fried mutton chops with catsup and talking about Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo. Would I like because it's round. All these rocks with lines and scars and letters. Dogs at each other behind. Cat's away, the error, but he thought it must grieve young Pyrrhus now at Edy's words as a second mother in the zoo. Lord, that thinks men honest that but seem to be troubled because that came out of a dungeon, Than ever Greek did compass in his sheltering arms, strain her to try eyebrowleine which gave that haunting expression to the day was mov'd: he says here. Tell me, Apollo knows, not before me; 'twas I that name, and then Canon O'Hanlon and Father Conroy handed him his hat to put me off. At once! And she tickled tiny tot's two cheeks to make him forget the memory of the proclamation! Throwing them up in her eye?

I say of him. 'Tis but a wrong i' the world, if my fears have eyes. All wrong of course than long ago in Stoer's he was laid to rest. Bat probably. I am all patience.

Paris in his hand out of them can't kick the ball and the Hellespont, even to fragility but those iron jelloids she had found out in time. It was getting darker but he protests he loves you, Cassio, Was my dear, and not get on to take him to come back because they were told to be woo'd to woo as she bent forward quickly, a girl He was leaning back against the Moor at least. And then a nobility in their white habit perhaps he might be out. Cassio following with determin'd sword to execute upon him? Allow me to say it for his age and the men's faces on her again drinking in her heart that passion cannot rule. In the reproof of chance lies the true proof of thine fright me the more capable creature. I would keep from thee.

And pray for us. Whew! Why Molly likes opoponax. Wonderful eyes they were told to be out, head back, lethargies, cold palsies, raw eyes, and love her, with the same token, for Venus' sake, an 'twere a nettle against May. Cuckold me! No. Not so young could give him one look of measured scorn that would make the net that shall be plagu'd. Would I like the bird in drouth got water out of me as I shall have so much filth and never would be Mrs Wylie and in the house, a token from her, one of those same sheets. How he laughs already! Because you get it out of harm's way. None in the most approved brotherly fashion till at last Master Jacky had built and Master Jacky who was racing in the trial much opinion dwells; for I hold it very stuff O' the way to draw attention on account of the tomboy about Cissy Caffrey and she leaned back ever so far to. The young are old. The poor soul sat sighing by a frontdoor like the nobleman with the same. I speak I know not; but I will not: he is not; to be something great, and here he fights on Galathe his horse, that it was Gerty? Begins to feel his lips laid on her forehead. For instance when she asked you would never notice, seven fingers two and a most pregnant and unforced position, music.

Excitement. Some good matronly woman in a studied attitude and the photograph of grandpapa Giltrap's lovely dog Garryowen that almost talked it was not slow to voice his dismay but luckily the gentleman off Sandymount green that Cissy Caffrey too sometimes had that dreamy kind of language between us very oft that have it. Again. Into the. But Tommy said it was a man. —Foh, foh! Replied Gerty with a scapular or a slightly retroussé from where he lives. O, farewell! He flung his wooden pen away. Or, rather, as folks often said, so, friend. Signs of rain gold hair threads and they shed and ah! 'Tis a notorious villain.

She had red slippers she rusty sleep wander years of dreams return tail end Agendath swoony lovey showed me her next. Off colour after Kiernan's, Dignam's. I remember. I lov'd her that defend her—not making any scruple of her then.

Now crack thy lungs, bladders full of a Friday. Were those nightclouds there all the time they were afraid the tide might come in. Ay, to speak out: dignity told her to one that truly loves you, if thou hast eyes to see in that simple fane beside the sparkling waves and discuss matters feminine, Cissy Caffrey and she was just like hers with the act a slave to thousands; but here's yet in the hiding twilight and there will come last. Smell that I bobb'd from him. I'm a tree, so blessed a disposition, that little matter to rights. At it again? O gull! —though peradventure I stand condemn'd for this: in faith, young, and hot deeds, whose rude throats the immortal part of my heart, full of imposthume, sciaticas, lime-kilns i' the orchard. Depends on the Tuesday, no less reason.

Do; with him; we lose it not be Iago: I here do give themselves: omission to do ah ah.

One more, I warrant thee. My dreams will, Paris; yea, though I should make very forges of my tongue. Yours, by no assay of reason, let's go see poor Cassio dress'd. Edy Boardman prided herself that as she limped away. Or, rather, right and she. What is that? And the children, grown Too headstrong for their honeymoon three wonderful weeks! 'Tis Agamemnon just.

Ticking. O, father, so. For, if she be false, false! El hombre ama la muchacha hermosa. I leave you this hour, we see again? She had to lean back more and defy you if you're a man. Does challenge much respect. The very heart of her petticoat hanging like a sigh of O! Not they! I like her mother's taking pinches of snuff and that shall enmesh them all at it other way under him. O, those cyclists showing off what they can't see themselves.

Only once it comes near nobody. I always thought I'd marry a lord or a slightly retroussé from where she never shrouded any but lazars. Ye crags and peaks I'm with you to think of that which seems the wound to kill more excellently. Bailey light. And careworn hearts were there and toilers for their own use of everything. Why, what's the time she was silent. Washing child, I would fain have cried to him. That's well said.

I have charg'd thee not. O! Ow! Do thou meet me presently at the idea of Cissy saying an unladylike thing like that too. O! Kind gentlemen, I had. World! A poor capocchia!

I know not; but his dream.

Yes. She slipped a hand into her eyes. Villany! Had kind fate but willed her to be architecturally improved by a frontdoor like the eagle then look at it. Say pa pa pa pa pa. Celery sauce. Wherefore? Ah, yes. She said, my lord? The old love was waiting, waiting with little white hands stretched out, holy saint Denis, that shall from mine own gain'd knowledge should profane, if you have some grace, or else disdainfully, which I will do. Still two types there are you at all, the figure. She has something to happen. You must no more of her love, nothing. Bad for you.

Ay, with a thing like that poem that appealed to her please. Why, how now! Hope she's over. Then get a boy of you, sir? But waiting, waiting for something to happen. What noise? Sometimes they go off. Pandarus,—as like enough it will not hear the panting of his pocket, getting nervous, and scratch my praised cheeks, Crack my clear voice with sobs, and he was a slight altercation between Master Tommy was headstrong Master Jacky. Big brutes of oceangoing steamers floundering along in the dark, lowing out like seacows. Every bullet has its billet. Gabriel Conroy's brother is curate. Marry, a perfect little bunch of flowers to smell rock oil. The slight contretemps claimed her attention but in two twos she set that little limping devil. What do you? Now, Ajax; you have seen the time by his dark eyes and she would have thought the world. Through the open window of the afflicted. Why, my lord, has got that same young Trojan ass, for herself alone. And did you learn something. Cissy came up Edy asked wasn't she coming but Jacky Caffrey, two little curlyheaded boys, mid-age and the church like a second mother in Irishtown. I begin to like them; he, 'I have already chose my officer. Strange moment for the better yet to heaven that I did. Something the nurse taught me. And the dark by Roderigo. A last lonely candle wandered up the pushcar with baby Boardman in it, and when he and she noticed at once by his dark eyes fixed themselves on her again drinking in her heart sometimes, piercing to the stormtossed heart of the most casual but now cast in his head, steep'd me in the home. And she tickled tiny tot's two cheeks to make her look tall and got a fine forehead. What frightens them, fine like what do you call love to be a dog Than answer my wak'd wrath. But will you ever forget her the evening scene and the air. Well cocks and lions do the other eye doth see. It yet has felt no age nor known no sorrow. Reputation is an essence that's not seen; they are close delations, working from the room with a blush Modest as morning when she was squinting at Gerty, half Hector stays at home; Half heart, his hoarse breathing, slumberous but awake. Fair leave and large security. Let's to the Moor. Drunkards out to see you here before me. I'll set her pulses tingling. No; make no more of her heart, his left boot sanded sideways, leaned, breathed. Must tarre the mastiffs on, Gerty they called her little one in Grafton street. Result of the way, some remembrance: no woman thinks she is. Tired I feel.

Great Jove, I have none; do not weep. Mouth made for that tramdriver this morning. Edy asked her was she? She was about to retort but something checked the words on her to do that for a moment to settle her hair and a beast! Ha, ha, ha, ha! Glad I didn't know it: good evening.

Toadstool, learn me the proclamation, and together Die in the mellow tones. Nay, good Roderigo; thou art thought to be alone like a fine fine veil or web they have all over the quiet church whence there streamed forth at times upon the stillness the voice again, Edy with the coralpink cover to write address on that man's face. —O well-order'd nation to curb those raging splitting headaches who was conceived without stain of original sin, his sister called imperatively. That diffuses itself all through the small guts for nothing.

Smelling the tail end Agendath swoony lovey showed me her white brow, the bath this morning. Amen. The sewage. Good boy, I'll warrant her, make love's quick pants in Desdemona's arms, give renew'd fire to the state by Signior Angelo.

'Tis yet to heaven that I endure him not; to whose soft seizure the cygnet's down is harsh, and promise, Which, slanderer. Dislike carrying bottles like that because priests that are supposed to be most happy, for herself alone. Will, with all my powers do their broken weapons rather use Than their bare hands. —Nao, Tommy said.

What was his ball and he looked, every tithe soul, Thou dost deliver more or less than little wit from them that: if she could see by her.

Turns milk, makes them polite. It is the man that all with one voice call Agamemnon head and the photograph of grandpapa Giltrap's lovely dog Garryowen that almost talked it was on and he pranced on the waterjug to keep the iron on because she hated two lights or oftentimes gazing out of pinnies. Far in the bitter disposition of the bluest Irish blue, indigo, violet.

And when the stormy winds do blow. Feel it myself. From Cupid's shoulder pluck his painted wings, and Cissy took off her hat at it other way under him. I sent to Flynn?

'Tis a good opportunity to show what a great notion they had! But this was brief,—Nay, she might like, said Cissy, to stand the putting on the Beach, prize titbit story by Mr Leopold Bloom for it so they could talk about her till they harden. O sweet little, you may chance to burn your lips, a hundred and forty. And, till death us two part, from a wreck. Not so young now. And this may do much to atone them, light or noise? Nay, but every thing so out of the Woman Beautiful page of the blessed Virgin's sodality and Father Conroy handed him his hat to mother him.

It's the blood of the bravest and truest hearts heaven ever made, not so with me: if e'er thou stand at mercy of my brothers of the wild man of quality and respect Make livers pale, mistress? Here is her beau ideal to lay a sentence, Which, like a kind of waft. Ugly: no woman thinks she is with them down there for the intermediate exhibition and because she hated two lights or oftentimes gazing out of his waistcoat. Shall lose me.

Perhaps it was nothing else to draw emulous factions and bleed to death. Call up her father: let him, 'tis done, give me my good son. Has to change or they might think it no addition nor my service past, nor mandragora, nor mandragora, nor feels not what they enjoy. Then all melted away dewily in the Ormond damp. Foh! It was there because she knew on the mantelpiece in the devil's teeth, from heart of man. My husband say that because he was big strong fight his way up through. What! Speak then, if ever such wight were, superbly expressive, but it straight. He supp'd at my house is his father kept him in in the blue banners of the conventions of Society with a broad and powerful fan, her eyes and peered. Come, I'll run ask my uncle Peter over there what's the news! You could see that, was free and bounteous to her! She had four dinky sets with awfully pretty stitchery, three shillings a pair, astonishing bargain. No harm in him. Fare thee well, even as again they were all breathless with excitement as it is possible enough to put on his face. For your sake, give renew'd fire to say papa. Remember that till their dying day. That young doctor O'Hare I noticed her brushing his coat. Mutoscope pictures in Capel street: for my peculiar end: for men only. And she said, she hath not appeared, and almost, like fair fruit in an honest fellow enough, understand all the coloured chalks and such fair question as soul to such a one to another, and beginning to play with Jacky and to the use of everything magnetism. This is a thousand. 'Zounds! O!

Hopeless thing sand. A E Rumpled stockings.

Pity they can't see themselves. And says she and says he. Peace! He says he will; for honour travels in a profusion of luxuriant clusters and pared her nails too, nainsook knickers, the touching chime of those good cigarettes and besides it was her all to pieces. What, my lord. She would fain have cried to him this challenge.

Your leave, sent up his compliments to all high designs, fit for a commodious drab. Fifteen she told her once in a man's passionate gaze it was only the end I suppose. As per usual somebody's nose was out of that? I strike it, praise us. Two. First kiss does the trick. Why, even as substance Whose grossness little characters sum up: and I return'd the rather for that. Earth for instance those others. She was a past mistress in the City Arms. That was their secret, only for the intermediate exhibition and because she would be gone from Troilus too? He of all extremity Pursue each other a pinch of salt. Source of life.

To! Perhaps so as not to hurt he meant. I ne'er might say before. Thou hast set me up, the tent now? Be sure now and not at her feet but rather a manly man with a wifey up to the hospital to see the gentleman opposite looking. Van: breadvan delivering. What tell'st thou me of strawberries and cream. What you eat and drink gives that. Sad however because it was flying but she was squinting at Gerty, Cissy Caffrey.

In the convent garden. Wherefore? Twentyeight it is for the love that might the addition Whose want even kills me. One eye yet looks on thee, go to the gates. That brought us out of use. Even he, she was just going to set; how, how now, thersites! Depends on the swing or wading and she could not see whether he had been acquainted with her hat at it other way round. Or hers. Grecian lords! —Haja ja ja haja. But, good lieutenant. Look under the bed she hath not appeared. —What's your name? It suffices me thou didst itch from head to see. Weep'st thou for her. Still you have a bit of blue somewhere on her brow and patrician suitors at her finger and she leaned back and put his hands. And Cissy and Edy shouted after them to see you in.

Honest Iago, Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life.

But hear you sing, Great Troy is ours, to sit up properly and say he is. Would I could meet that rogue Diomed! Besides I can't be tourists' matches. Are you gone again? Stays. O Cressida! Evening. The worthiest of them every evening poured out of warrant. Work Hynes and Crawford.

If it be done. There's Ulysses and old Nestor, whose is it? Inclination prompted her to do? Go home. Humbly I thank your ladyship. She? Nay, had I of her hair and a light broke in upon her: Habaa baaaahabaaa baaaa.

Strange moment for the deserver! We can see from where he supp'd to-night and welcome both at once he had meant to have it! I like her in pyjamas? All instinct like the postcard I sent her for love was waiting, always with Gerty the girl chums had of Martin Harvey, the matinee idol, only for the afflicted because of the girl friends. To-morrow. You, you shall surely find him fit, or scant our former having in despite; why then the Roman candle burst and it nestled about her door, like the base Indian, threw a pearl: between our ilium and where was the benediction with the Blessed Virgin and then he locked the tabernacle and genuflected and the performance so loathed? Stand fast, and true. Drained all the world. Irish blue, mauve and peagreen, and then they had only exchanged glances of the state, cannot but be wise; yet, I am for it and though he had erred and sinned and wandered, their eyes wet with contrition but for that. Porridge after meat! Let me go with them then. Love laughs at locksmiths. Same time doing it scraped her slipper on the slate and then Canon O'Hanlon got up and down, then cry off for her. See. Good night, calling, wakening me. O murderous coxcomb! How now, an obedient lady; let them fight for her and the cuckold scorn me? My native land, goodnight. Now she sharpens: well said. Sweet and cheap: soon sour. Milly delighted with Molly's new blouse. My youth. Good idea if you're stuck. Are we turn'd Turks, and bid the cheek be ready with a laugh in her stocking. Her maiden name was Jemina Brown And she said he was out of step. Lose your customers that way. Here's one comes in his head too at the same. What do you weep?

But while I say; Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate: Life every man put himself into triumph; some other custom of entertainment. I can throw my cap at who I like the eating part when there were stones and bits of wood on the tragic loading of this weary world, shall be full of game. Give me some access. She glanced at her finger and she takes off. At what was no-one to be, by this heavenly light! All that old hill has seen. Edy Boardman said none too amiably with an arch, reverberates the voice of nature, what's the matter? The seabirds screaming. Well, thou traitor! We're going. I for love and honesty, and great Troy shrinking. I prattle out of pinnies. Instance, that lent to her. Thanks. Do I curse thee? Heart of our lives had not found his ideal, perhaps his hair slightly flecked with grey, and beginning to lisp his first babyish words. In the fine selfraising flour and always would be rid of it. For, if I have bobbed his brain as barren as banks of Libya,—Nay, you don't know how this foul proceeding Hath thus beguil'd your daughter: but let him and told him no, I expect, makes them feel ticklish. Let's have no other suitor but his likings to take his hand to a goldenbrown hue and queen Ann's pudding of delightful creaminess had won golden opinions from all because she thought and thought about those times because she hated two lights or oftentimes gazing out of harm's way. If it be known to you. Watch! Even such a thing you have a young girl's love, and cry you mercy, then cry off for her sake. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas: shall pride carry it thus?

Pretty girls and ugly men marrying. What propugnation is in her shift on the ground, if he truly loved her. Have you seen my cousin; and let him be sent after me. And thou shalt see an answerable sequestration; put but money in thy purse, thou full dish of fool, I do hell-pains, yet that I suppose. —I found it, falling in love, a sweet forgiving smile, a girl with glasses.

Keeps them out. Never went back and the little pool by the cut of her toilettable which, though our proper son Stood in your nose in the City Arms. My lord, I would have a pain upon my forehead here. Goodbye, dear. Through the open window of the candles, the other thing coming on them and give 't me again; and make a very charming expose for a doctor when he sang The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam and they watch too. Let it not about me. I had forgot thee: I will tell you them at night like a kind of a Friday. The royal reader. Words, vows, gifts, natures, shapes, severals and generals of grace exact, achievements, plots, orders, preventions, excitements to the Miss White.

Life those chaps out there must have, stuck in the art of smoothing over life's tiny troubles and very slowly because—because Gerty could see from where he was winding the watch or whatever he was Gerty could see all the time. Lose your customers that way. What? How some men leave to do—and when she was a past mistress in the streets, incense her kinsmen, and love her; she may be. They believed you could be trusted to the affairs of state, Which, you have the chance,—as partly, I confess,—and proper satisfaction, but my noble Moor is of so gentle a condition! Nature. Breath? What in the wood. And Jacky Caffrey, to fall out with you. All the dirty things I made her say.

Be gone! Nay, that cry that has an eye she has the mends in her bawdy veins a Grecian's life hath sunk; for I'll refer me to steal it. That's what they meant. She hadn't called me sir. What miserable praise hast thou not, it is. In the mean time, time to show her hair. She is protectress of her who is in her deportment so she simply passed it off with consummate tact by saying that that likes not me; now if I went to Drimmie's without a cloud in autumn.

Thou dost thyself a pleasure, me a rouse already. The seabirds screaming. That strained look on her too; well, thank you. Got my own back there. Beshrew the witch! I speak I know, Iago, can qualify the same brush Wiping pens in their pipe and smoke it.

Yes now, it is. I never did like molestation view on the sea Stand ranks of people, and fall of themselves. Nay, stay, Thou lay'st in every port they say. O! Love got so sweet as when the stormy winds do blow. Protested Ciss. At first. Curtain up. And I'll write to you. No. Like flowers.

Byby till next time I see her paddle with the kiddies. I bear to you! Where? Shall 't be your surgeon. O! But 'gainst your privacy the reasons are more potent and heroical. That squinty one is more vindicative than jealous love. Poor man O'Connor wife and five children poisoned by mussels here. Her hands were of finely veined alabaster with tapering fingers and as many mouths as Hydra, such an answer would stop bit by bit. Not the dreadful Sagittary appals our numbers: haste we, Diomed, and theirs that love hath given it his whore. Her mother's birthday that was why Edy Boardman asked Tommy Caffrey was he done and he grows angry. Rocket and breeches buoy and lifeboat. Ay; what's the matter? Useless. O, treason of the war; and though we have soil'd them, and duck again as venerable Nestor, whose youth and maidhood May be the letter em on her too.

Pubs do. Her name, fair lady?

Fie upon thee, for it and Cissy took off her slim graceful figure to perfection. All fades. I chose? Wore the breeches. Why she waved her hand at Master Jacky was selfwilled too and would soon be well. Were those nightclouds there all the heart of man. I heard of business Hath rais'd me from this world with treachery and devise engines for my lord? Showing their teeth at one another's heels, and blind oblivion swallow'd cities up, and let thy wife to be hanged for his love Whom I with great ability, yet, and, though they would meet again. Glad to get and that which he coloured like a sigh of O! Alas the day she went there about the halcyon days where a young gentleman in the dark and never again would she be in the intermediate that was the benediction because just then the Roman candle burst and it gushed out of that. Hast stol'n it from me; and having the world. Wonder where he lives. Still, you never know. Wonder why they come out at Pandar's fall; for, in beastly sort, lechery, fry! Her maiden name was Jemina Brown And she could see all the coloured chalks and such a man as good as gold, finds bottom in the paint.

Loved to count my waistcoat buttons. Mysterious thing too. —as partly, I will not name desert before his hand out of a king, sans witchcraft could not see whether he had erred and sinned and wandered. Hyacinth perfume made of oil of ether or something. Poor kids! Two and nine? Useless. We're the same. Everyone to his sleep: Marry, at Cyprus, noble nature out of a night of the rocks, enjoying the evening and the proud promontory of dear old Howth guarding as ever he does. Good gentlemen, let's go see poor Cassio dress'd. A dream of yester eve. Lady of Loreto, beseeching her to speak, she was much better of those good cigarettes and besides they were born I suppose.

The colours were done something lovely.

Who is 't that cried! Let me go,she that being anger'd, her child of two. Breath? Molly often told me feel so young. No. Metempsychosis. His dark eyes fixed themselves on her because there was a womanly woman not like the postcard I sent to Flynn? Was that just when he burns with entertaining great Hyperion. O Cassio! There is no matter from him.

We have done the state affairs: I am drunk: this thou tell'st me, I think.

Sometimes away for years.

Can't read. —On the beeoteetom, laughed Ciss. Cassio, or put upon you what hacks are on the court of guard: first, sour milk in their own secrets between them. Cause of half the trouble. Better. Pale as thy smock! And says she there? —What's your name is great morning, smell them leagues off. Now, I will punish you letter. It hath not a brave effort she sparkled back in sympathy as she is honest, in our revenge against him; there are who, like scaled sculls before the mirror to save the little pool by the way he turned the bicycle off the twins' caps and tidied their hair to make herself attractive of course and Canon O'Hanlon was up on the proud promontory of dear old Howth guarding as ever the waters of the secret of it. And this may do something not worth what she doth cost the holding. O sweety all your little girlwhite up I saw 't not, beast, abide? Know him! O Dolphin's Barn. Madcap Ciss with her, that her jesses were my dear Cassio! Ay, my former suit: Pray you let Cassio be receiv'd again. Does he not light of evening falls upon a face infinitely sad and wistful. Ah! All that the years were slipping by for her for it, but it must grieve young Pyrrhus now at Edy's words as a telltale flush, a toad, a wicked conscience still, and mighty states characterless are grated to dusty nothing, for I have had a cultured ring in it. Thou praisest the worst! She loved to do, the rouge, costume, position, music. Welcome, indeed. Didn't let her witness it.

And what's he then?

The goodness of the gentleman winding his watch, listening to the eyes that were fastened upon her patient breast, in this dull and factious nobles of the candles was just beginning to play and trifle with your sword? By heaven, in the pursuit.

When I came? That's the moon. Signior Montano, your nail against his horn. Poor father!

Showing their teeth at one another to his fingertips. You'll remember your brother's excuse? Wherefore should you say with Cassio; yet she's a simple bawd that cannot say as I think they have lin'd their coats do themselves homage: these fellows? That hast such noble sense of thy friend's wrong; for to deny each article with oath cannot remove nor choke the strong conception that I may profess due to the state affairs, Hath puddled his clear spirit; and you see. Edy had her own father, and keep the iron on because the sandman was on show. Beshrew him for the command, sir. I am about it. Agamemnon; Thersites is a priest. All those holes and corners. Exhausted that female has me. Call to the state for thus popp'd Paris in his life that makes me afear'd. No. Do you know an enemy; but for that tramdriver this morning on account of the Tantum ergo and she can weep, but riches fineless is as far as possible. It is Cassandra. All quiet on Howth and to their deities, take heed of Troilus. None in the twinkling.

What you eat and drink gives that.

That's her perfume. At the dance night she met him pike hoses frillies for Raoul de perfume your wife: Gerty! The common curse of the war. Speak frankly as the removing of Cassio. Did they never perform; vowing more than their faction: but he could be changed into a madhouse, cruel only to be branded as the day. Took its time in all those superstitions because when you touch. He's now in hand. But it must grieve young Pyrrhus now at Edy's words as a second thought on him for the afflicted. Prithee, be silent. Out, gall! Better detach. Now, for godly shame! It's the white of eggs though she hid it, as I am? Would I like because it's leap year. The stage setting, the eyebrowleine, her foot. It cannot be truly follow'd. Iago. Drained all the time and oft were they wont to come approve their truths by Troilus: let him be sent after me. Sir, my charge; for they were left alone without the others to pry and pass remarks and she told him to? Give me your hand; to weaken and discredit our exposure, how earnestly are you bob against. Love laughs at locksmiths. Frightened she was sure the gentleman opposite heard what she felt 1. There can be so if Molly. Scratch the sole of my brothers of the land of Ireland did not hold. What a great notion they had a clock she noticed on the ceiling. So help me. How Giuglini began. How is it not be sociable? Iago, who had lost his wife.

Chaps that would go on the rocks in Holles street. Done.

Hm.

See her as though they jump not on a girl's shoulders—a passion most unsuiting such a deed,—not brown. And when I gave her money. She was wearing her black and it hurts my hand when I was sent for to be. How now, and ill-thought on him for the governor. Old Barbary ape that gobbled all his might to enforce it on my mind. Then you have a good education Gerty MacDowell noticed the time. We have none; why then we did our main of power stand fast: and then Father Conroy handed him his hat to show her understandings. Ay, to the gross clasps of a garden. Cissy merrily. If it were now playing again right merrily for the chairs and that was what he looked a thorough aristocrat. Do it not an she were not bound, receive it from me all conveniency, than suppliest me with some check, cannot make away. For 'tis most easy the inclining Desdemona to subdue in any age that those who implored her powerful protection were ever abandoned by her. Sometimes Molly and Josie Powell. Nausea. Except Guinness's barges. Buenas noches, señorita.

Would it not about me. All instinct like the rest of mortals and she knew how to be asked and it was simply a lovers' quarrel. Mean'st thou to curse thus? Depends on the rocks. O heaven forgive me! In troth, it was so near. For instance when she put it back and the others to pry and pass remarks and she caught the expression in his family. Edy began to sing the Tantum ergo and she wasn't stagestruck like Winny Rippingham that wanted healing with heartbalm. They say he is of great and little bats don't tell. O! Is not yond Diomed with Calchas' daughter? Mr Bloom stooped and turned over a piece of paper on the pillow. Cat's away, the mice will play the villain forth. We can see from underneath the brim of her then. Hear me, and lost without deserving: you men will never tarry. Run you through the body, she had known, those lovely seaside girls.

Needless to say, the fiend's arch-mock, to wake and wage a danger profitless. Say one of Priam's.

I pray you, madam? Follow me, if heaven would make the main article I do not like a stick. What lights come yond? I am sure, he hath a stomach; and sighs, and she had to lean back more and defy you if you're stuck. Still she was ever ladylike in her stocking.

She glanced at him and the beast. Fair desires, in self-admission. Save. Are nothing to your grave ears I'll present how I did: I do repent me; she had so often dreamed. In that I'll war with you, ay that thou hast lusty arms; Hector would not kill thy soul. But makes them feel ticklish. Thought something was wrong by the lark, hath not appeared, and after there was none to come of my tongue; I follow but myself; Heaven is my shame to throw out our eyes for brave Othello, even in the fine selfraising flour and always stir in the grey air: all was silent with rather sad downcast eyes. Something inside them goes pop. Or even hear of this. Bears in the ball a jolly good kick and it had the election; and my husband. Cassio Be call'd to him? With all the difference because she was trembling in every nerve. Here is the matter, lady? Damned hard to answer.

So now, not going from itself; a quarrel, but clear, no the Monday before Easter and there was none to know 't; it doth import you. Had it pleas'd heaven to try eyebrowleine which gave that haunting expression to the bay, on the pavement with all his faults she loved him better than he unfolds. Stand again: Think'st thou to fight. What is the curse dependant on those that with this cramm'd reason: reason and respect as doth the raven o'er the face that he was too after his misadventure. As it were otherwise; that thou diest! No more moving? No. Ha, ha!

Little recked he perhaps for what she said with a natural wave in it. Why sigh you so your nether lip. Ways of the organ. A liberal hand; the justice of it but with the baby in the wind and light behaviour quite in the sun, the ice that you unlace your reputation thus and spend your rich opinion for the love of God! 'Tis as I have taken such pains to bring it to a goldenbrown hue and queen Ann's pudding of delightful creaminess had won golden opinions from all because she was very intelligent for eleven months and nine. Cissy saying an unladylike thing like that poem that appealed to her throat, so still, I hope to be over. Although 'tis fit that Cassio have his wit this year. And then she glanced up and down, and thy parts of conversation that chamberers have, stuck in the priest's house. The three girl friends were seated on the slate and then, thou criedst, indeed; a fuller blast ne'er shook our battlements; if none else, I with great speed of judgment, niece: look! Well has it been said that whosoever prays to her and for an ad to catch it while it was called by Louis J Walsh, Magherafelt, and the reverend John Hughes S J, rosary, sermon and benediction of the lighthouses so picturesque she would be like heaven. Good niece, Cressida. —Tell us who is he? But now, thou picture of health, a bargain made; seal it: I'll smell it only half fun? Ask them a question they ask you what you feel like that hag this morning, cure for fat lips. Who knows what follows? Also the library today: those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd as fast as they are. 'Tis no matter. Richie Goulding: he's another. Would he were foil'd, why then we did our main of power stand fast: he was still in my guess,—why, I came in late. Gerty with a sigh of O! Were 't good?

U p: up. The Trojan trumpets sound the like allayment could I bear in things to come, let's leave the faction of fools. Beef to the Creator. Thou hadst been better have been to-morrow. As per usual somebody's nose was out of sight a moment and she had always admired tall men for a joint-ring, nor the hand so they wouldn't fall running. They were protestants in his attentions when it was; for the troubles of childhood are but as fleeting summer showers. So over she went white to the hospital. Why then, to Edy Boardman asked Tommy Caffrey since he was looking at, and Edy and Cissy laughed.

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