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Dallas - The Original Series
A town run on favours, money and power — and the people who run it are the Ewings ...
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<blockquote data-quote="James from London" data-source="post: 168776" data-attributes="member: 22"><p><u>Chapter 38</u></p><p></p><p><em>Digger saw her then.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>It had to be her; nobody else stood so straight and held her chin high like that. The hair – yellow lantern light couldn’t bring back all its precious gold, but the hair was Ellie Southworth’s. She’d changed, grown old, and that sent a quick spearhead of pain through him, a sense of being cheated of the laughing, flashing-eyed girl who lived in a treasured corner of his mind. Digger’s fingertips lifted to his own face and traced the network of wrinkles there.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Over the heads of the crowd, between moving figures, her eyes found his, and there she was again – the young, lively girl of a thousand years ago. She was bright and beautiful, and he went to meet her, a run-away engine labouring in his chest.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>They might have been alone on a misty hilltop set against sunrise, two people moving slowly together, hearing old music worn thin by being rubbed against the edges of swiftly passing years.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>‘Hello, Willard,’ she said.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Digger said, ‘Ellie.’</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>‘You look —‘</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>‘Tacky,’ he said. ‘Uncomfortable. But you – ah, you still hold the starshine captive, and shame the moon.’</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Her laugh was as he remembered, throaty but holding the silver pealing of far temple bells in it. ‘And you’re still the poet, for which I thank you, Willard.’</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Ellie‘s hand was in his, small and capable, softer even than he recalled. Digger kept looking at her until the kid bumped his other arm and said something about going on to the barbecue and Digger said, ‘Yeah, yeah, go ahead.’</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>‘Let’s take a walk,’ Ellie said. ‘Nobody can begrudge us just a little time together.’</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>‘The rose arbour,’ Digger said. ‘I remember the rose arbour.’</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>‘Yes,’ Ellie said. ‘It’s lasted as long as we have.’</em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="James from London, post: 168776, member: 22"] [U]Chapter 38[/U] [I]Digger saw her then. It had to be her; nobody else stood so straight and held her chin high like that. The hair – yellow lantern light couldn’t bring back all its precious gold, but the hair was Ellie Southworth’s. She’d changed, grown old, and that sent a quick spearhead of pain through him, a sense of being cheated of the laughing, flashing-eyed girl who lived in a treasured corner of his mind. Digger’s fingertips lifted to his own face and traced the network of wrinkles there. Over the heads of the crowd, between moving figures, her eyes found his, and there she was again – the young, lively girl of a thousand years ago. She was bright and beautiful, and he went to meet her, a run-away engine labouring in his chest. They might have been alone on a misty hilltop set against sunrise, two people moving slowly together, hearing old music worn thin by being rubbed against the edges of swiftly passing years. ‘Hello, Willard,’ she said. Digger said, ‘Ellie.’ ‘You look —‘ ‘Tacky,’ he said. ‘Uncomfortable. But you – ah, you still hold the starshine captive, and shame the moon.’ Her laugh was as he remembered, throaty but holding the silver pealing of far temple bells in it. ‘And you’re still the poet, for which I thank you, Willard.’ Ellie‘s hand was in his, small and capable, softer even than he recalled. Digger kept looking at her until the kid bumped his other arm and said something about going on to the barbecue and Digger said, ‘Yeah, yeah, go ahead.’ ‘Let’s take a walk,’ Ellie said. ‘Nobody can begrudge us just a little time together.’ ‘The rose arbour,’ Digger said. ‘I remember the rose arbour.’ ‘Yes,’ Ellie said. ‘It’s lasted as long as we have.’[/I] [/QUOTE]
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