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Vague lusts chased themselves through his headThe tall grass, nebulous and waving, seemed as high as a forest to him; he could not remember if he was in the jungle or not, and his nose amplified the odors here, blended them into his memory of the rich fetor of the jungleGoddam, just to smell a woman again
The blood was trickling faster over his fingers, and he sweated, thinking of liquid things, lost in a welter of lovemaking, recalling acutely the feel of a woman's belly and hips, her mouthThe sun was very bright, very satisfactoryPlays hell on a man when he don' get his ass regularAh bet that's why mah insides turned back on me, an' got full of pusHis reverie was shattered by the thoughtAh don' want no op-per-ration, they gonna kill me with itWhen Ah git back, Ah'll tell 'em, balenciaga replica handbags Ah won' take no truck, Ah'll jus' tell 'em that all the pus jus' bled out of me, an' mah insides are fixed upHe began to giggle weaklyGoddam, when that ol' wound closes, Ah'm gonna have two belly buttons, one right under t'otherWonder what t' hell Alice'll say when she sees it?"
The sun passed behind a cloud and he felt cold and shiveredHis senses cleared again for a minute or two and he was frightened and miserableThey cain' jus' lea' me alone here, the men gotta come back for meThe grass was rustling in the wind, and he listened to it mournfully, hovering near a knowledge he did not want to confrontHe roused himself, managed to stand up in the grass for a moment, caught sight of the hills and the cliffs of Mount Anaka, and then pitched forward, sweating coldlyAh'm a man, he louis vuitton bag sale told himself, Ah cain't go to piecesAh never took no crap from no one, an' Ah ain't gonna start nowIf a man's chicken, he ain't worth a goddam
But his limbs were cold, and he shuddered continuallyThe sun has come out but it gave him no warmthHe heard the sound of groaning again, and then once again; he writhed from a sudden convulsionThat was me made that noiseThe pain returned, hammered at his entrails"Goddam sonofabitch," he bawled out suddenlyHe felt a passionate rage at the pain, heard himself coughing blood over his fingertipsIt seemed like someone else's blood, and he was surprised how warm it felt"Ah jus' gotta hold on to myself," he mumbled, as he lost consciousness again
Everything had gone wrongThe entrance to the pass was closed, and even at this moment probably chanel bags wholesale the Japanese were relaying a message to their headquartersAll the secrecy of the patrol was lostCroft almost bellowed with rage when he learned Wilson had been left behindHe sat down on a rock, his thin mouth white and furious, and smacked his fist into his palm several times, his eyes glaring
"That big dumb bastard," he muttered to himselfHis first impulse was to leave himBut they had to go back for Wilson; that was one of the rules, and he knew there was no other decision possibleAlready he was debating what had happened to him, considering which men he could take back with him for the search"I ought to take just a few men with me, LootenantAny more ain't gonna be no help, and just that much more chance of some other trooper getting hitHis big body sagged, and his cold eyes replica cartier tank watches were wary, a little reflectiveHe ought to go back himself, for it was a mistake to let Croft take the initiative, but he knew Croft's experience would be more effectiveBesides, there had been other reactions, things about himself which he distrustedHe had been angry too when he had heard Wilson was lost, and his first impulse had been to leave him
There were so many desires in him at the moment, conflicting, ambiguous, things he had never quite felt beforeHe had to stop and think it out"All right, take anybody you want He lit a cigarette, and stared at his leggings, dismissing Croft
Around them, the men were pacing moodily through the hollow, agitated, a little hysterical from the suddenness of the ambush and the discovery that Wilson had been lostThey snapped at each other tiffany's jewelry designs irritab
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