From climatizes at brummie.net  Tue Sep  1 19:55:07 2009
From: climatizes at brummie.net (Colabella)
Date: Tue, 01 Sep 2009 19:55:07 +0200
Subject: At was printed in New England was "intituled"
Message-ID: <4A9D5F7B.7090402@brummie.net>

 "a bitter bad judge 'o women," for he called again and again. "She
seemed resolved not to move out of the house; made some Difficulties to
accept an Election Sermon lest it should be an obligation to her. The
coach staying long, I made some excuse for my stay. She said she would
be glad to wait on me till midnight provided I should solicit her no
more to that effect." This decision he accepted. Poor old wife-seeking
Judge, with your hanging sleeves, your broken and drooping wings, feebly
did you still flutter around for a resting-place to "lay your Weary Head
in modesty." You fluctuated to a new widow, Madam Harris, and she gave
you "a nutmeg as it grew," ever a true lover's gift in Shakespeare's
day. On January 11th, 1722, this letter was sent to "Mrs. Mary G
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From variously at oandoplc.com  Fri Sep  4 17:13:13 2009
From: variously at oandoplc.com (Whang Shanno)
Date: Fri, 04 Sep 2009 17:13:13 +0200
Subject: Rt of other men, even 
Message-ID: <4AA12E18.8010808@oandoplc.com>

Tamp of the breed. I knew I risked the loss of that when I sent you
away, but I had faith in the persistence of the blood and I took the
chance; doubted and feared when you were gone; waited and prayed dumbly,
and hoped oftentimes hopelessly; and then the day dawned, the day of
days! When they said your boat was coming, death rose and walked on the
one hand of me, and on the other life everlasting. _Made or marred; made
or marred_,--the words rang through my brain till they maddened me.
Would the Welse remain the Welse? Would the blood persist? Would the
young shoot rise straight and tall and strong, green with sap and fresh
and vigorous? Or would it droop limp and lifeless, withered by the heats
of the world other than the little simple, natural Dyea world? "It was
the day of days, and yet it was a lingering, watching, waiting tragedy.
You know I had lived the years lonely, fought the lone fight, and you,
away, the only kin. If it had failed . . . But your boat shot from the
bluffs into the open, and I was half-afraid to look. Men have never
called me coward, but I was nearer the coward then than ever and all
before. Ay, that moment I had faced death easier. And it was foolish,
absurd. How could I know whether it was for good or ill when you drifted
a distant speck on the river? Still, I looked, and the miracle began,
for I did know. You stood at the steering-sweep. You were a Welse. It
seems so little; in truth it meant so much. It was not to be expected of
a mere woman, but of a Welse, yes. And when Bishop went over the side,
and you gripped the situation as imperatively as the sweep, and your
voice rang out, and the Siwashes bent their backs to your will,--then
was it the da
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From oiconfiguration at exodussearch.com  Mon Sep 14 06:37:25 2009
From: oiconfiguration at exodussearch.com (Ivy Block)
Date: Mon, 14 Sep 2009 06:37:25 +0200
Subject: Hope, it's nice idea write to you
Message-ID: <001301ca350a$d2a25700$0374e1cc@PC262752991979>

Hello,

My name is Maria. I am looking for a new friend.
Write me at : bichromateundarling at gmail.com

Hope to hear you soon.. Maria.