| Momma's scared silly Cat covered her... 347 |
[Feb. 15th, 2010|02:41 am] |
Momma's scared silly Cat covered her giggling
with
her handThe voices and the torches came nearerScarlett
recognized
boasting of Joe O'Neill, the blacksmith"And didn't I say we'd the
English to a man if they ever dared to march into Ballyhara? F you
see
it, then, the face of him when I raised my arm? 'If you a God,' says
I, 'which I doubt, make your peace with him now,' then I drove the
pike
into him, like spitting a grand fat pig held her hands over Cat's
earsNow frightened she must be, fearless little CatShe's never
nestled close to me this way in lifeScarlett blew softly on Cat's
neck, aroon, aroon, and rocked baby in her lap from side to side as if
her arms were the safe sides of a sturdy |
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