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Roger Zelazny. Sign of chaos
Atec Ноябрь 07 2007 02:48:28
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"I couldn't tell."
"Everything's fine. Thanks."
We starred down the stair side by side, but something was changed. I
.now harbored a suspicion I did not like but could not dispel. Not yet,
anyway. What I had in mind was too dangerous, if I should prove correct.
So instead, "The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain," I said.
"What?" she asked. "I didn't understand. . . ."
"I said, `It's a fine day to be walking with a pretty lady.' "
She actually blushed.
Then, "What language did you say it in . . . the first time.
"English," I replied.
"I've never studied it. I told you that when we were talking about
Alice."
"I know. Just being whimsical," I answered.
The beach, nearer now, was tiger-striped and shiny in places. A froth
of foam retreated along its slopes while birds cried and dipped to examine
the waves' leavings. Sails bobbed in the offing, and a small curtain of rain
rippled in the southeast, far out at sea. The winds had ceased their
noise-making, though they still came upon us with cloak-wrapping force.
We continued in silence until we had reached the bottom. We stepped
away then, moving a few paces onto the sand.
"The harbor's in that direction," I said, gesturing to my right,
westward, "and there's a church off that way," I added, indicating the dark
building where Caine's service had been held and where seamen sometimes came
to pray for safe voyages
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