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Show Jeffries, Section 3, Page 11 part of, in an ancient way, part of the islands, but on the massif formation, in a line with the Appalachian ridge on the mainland. . ." In a faint light he sat with his little notebook out behind the gardens. Down here behind the moon, she had said. A character with some irrationality, he wrote, caused by the exhalations of these night-blooming plants. In the heavy air there was the musk of a little buck. The little department-store-size deer were out. "--have a party." Noises from the house. Horse-laughs, they were, but he crossed that out and wrote loud laughs. . .in a horse latitude. Uneasy dreams, he added, on old linen from a wreck. 'When I fell for you. . .' she had said. 'Fell for me?' 'Well. . .what is the opposite of disillusion?' And he had observed there had been the small salt water cycle of a woman weeping into the sea. She was a great-great grandmother at sixty, and she had dwindled to the precise size of the whippet she was fondling. "Fancy houses? Very well--" and her presence was black-eyed and Creole and she nodded approval at his |