Lungs in uneven gasps. An unknowable time passed in the Stygian dark. Her arms and legs trembled with the effort of bracing herself in place. Then the ship groaned.

And any writer is a congenital liar to begin with or he wouldn't take up writing…I write to say No to death…an artist is a creature driven by demons. He don't usually know why they chose him and he's usually too busy to wonder why… --WILLIAM FAULKNER STALKING THE FOREWORD Stephen King It drives my wife crazy and I'm sorry it does but I can't really help it. .
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Followed her crestfallen. He wanted to weep with chagrin. Beatrice opened the door of the stateroom. She had taken off her hat and Clay was hanging it on a hook. "Come in " she said cordially but faintly. Kitty did not quite understand. The atmosphere was less electric than she had expected. She stopped taken aback at certain impressions that began to register themselves on her brain. "Johnnie was tellin' me--" "About how he abducted me. Yes. Wasn't it dear of him?" "But--" "I've decided to make the best of it and go along. " "I--your father Mr. Whitford--" Kitty bogged down. Beatrice blushed. Little dimples came out with her smile. "I think I'd better let Clay explain. " "We were married two days ago Kitty. " "What!" shouted the Runt. "We intended to ask you both to the wedding but when Johnnie proposed to abduct Miss Whitford I thought it a pity not to let him. So we--".
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