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 Wysłany: Pon 5:16, 14 Mar 2011 Temat postu: ' Mummy said. 'Really it doesn't.'
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longest time I couldn't connect any of the things I saw. I did not understand why Simon's Pa pushed Mr Jackson and why Mr Jackson, looking very pale [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], then thanked him for it. I did not understand why the angel had fallen. And I did not understand why Mummy knew Mr Jackson's Christian name.
When I saw that the angel's head had broken from its body I found it hard not to laugh. Lavinia fainted, of course. Then Simon ran off with the angel's head under his arm and I did laugh -- it made me think of the poem about Isabella burying her lover's head in the pot of basil.
Luckily Lavinia didn't hear me laugh -- she had woken up and was busy being sick. Mummy made a surprising fuss over her, putting her arm round her and handing her a handkerchief.
Lavinia stared at Mummy's handkerchief. 'Oh no, I must use my own mourning handkerchief yilai:
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'It doesn't matter [link widoczny dla zalogowanych],' Mummy said. 'Really it doesn't.'
'Are you sure?'
'God won't strike you dead for using a plain handkerchief.'
'But it's not to do with God,' Lavinia said very earnestly. 'It's about respecting the dead. My auntie would be so hurt if she thought I wasn't thinking of her in everything I do.
'I shouldn't think your auntie would want to be thought of while you're wiping your mouth after
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