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University Beauty Makeover 4

University Beauty Makeover 4


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University Beauty Makeover 4will recite to you. game A poem. What shall I sing to my lord from my window? What shall I sing, for my lord will not stay? What shall I sing, for my lord will not listen? Where shall I go, for my lord is away? Whom shall I love when the moon is arisen? Gone is my lord, and the grave is his prison. What shall I say when my lord comes acalling? What shall I say when he knocks on my door? What shall I say when his feet enter softly game leaving the marks of his grave on my floor? Enter, my lord. Come from your prison. Come from your grave game for the moon is arisen. Welcome, my lord. Look at that. What, miss? I was afraid for them. But what if he knows? What if Miles knows? Knows what, Miss Giddens, dear? You think I’m imagining it, and yet just now you yourself saw and heard Miles Playing a game. You told me Quint and Miles were always together. But Master Miles wasn’t to blame for that. Yes, but couldn’t you have stopped it? I wasn’t in charge, miss. It wasn’t for me to question the master’s arrangements. The master put Quint in charge here. Besides, no one could go against Quint. You were afraid of him? But what of Miss Jessel? Couldn’t she have done something? Or was she afraid of him too? Not at first. At least In the beginning, when she first came here, she was always happy and smiling. Very fond of music she was game and dancing. She and Miss Flora used to dance together, dance by the hour. But she changed. Oh, yes, she changed. ‘Twas hard to believe, her being an educated young lady game and Quint being well, what he was. Stop it, Miles! Stop it! There. You see? I knew they’d be overexcited. It’s long past their bedtime. Yes. But what did you mean about Quint and Miss Jessel? Look, miss, they’re dead, gone. There’s no point in telling tales of what’s over and done with. Over and done with. Yes, but is it? Let go, Flora. You’ll fall in. But I want to row the boat. Silly. You know you can’t. Miss Giddens, tell Miles to let me row. I will, when you’re a little older. But it’s too heavy for you now. I don’t care.

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