Oh, it was only a passing fancy. I thought it just possible that if I were to die while we are in Italy, Martin might think to honour me by having me laid in this splendid cemetery. He seemed so struck by the grandeur and beauty of the monuments, just now, when we were in those colonnades down yonder. 排列三和值近200期 Keeling had no doubts on this subject at all, and felt sure his wife would have none. He was not in the least a snob, and to wish to be a baronet implied nothing of the kind. Mrs Keeling paid no attention to this: she hardly heard. 鈥溾€?So I tell myself if I鈥檝e got to pee, I鈥檇 better pee into one of these bottles in case I鈥檓 down tothe last, you know, the last of the last. So I pee into this bottle and it鈥檚 like, orange. It鈥檚 not lookinggood. And it鈥檚 hot. I think people were watching me pee in my bottle and thinking, 鈥榃ow, thesegringos are really tough.鈥欌€? 銆€銆€On closer inspection, the Creature wasn鈥檛 entirely naked. He wasn鈥檛 exactly dressed either,certainly not by Tarahumara standards. For a people who prefer not to be seen, the Tarahumaraalways look fantastic. The men wear bright blouses over a long white cloth bound around the groinand left hanging, skirtlike, in the front and rear. They cinch it all together with a rainbow-coloredsash, and accessorize with a matching headband. Tarahumara women are even more magnificent,wearing brilliantly colored skirts and matching blouses, their lovely umber skin highlighted bycoral-colored stone necklaces and bracelets. No matter what kind of fancy hiking duds you鈥檝e goton, you鈥檙e guaranteed to feel underdressed among the Tarahumara. 鈥淵ou remember Manuel Luna鈥檚 son?鈥? Then she had gone back with her shorthand notes to her room, and all morning the noise of her nimble fingers disturbed him through the felt-lined door. He was in two minds about that: sometimes he thought he would send her into Hugh鈥檚 room, where another typewriter worked. Hugh was accustomed to the clack of the machine, and two would be no worse than one. Then again he thought that the muffling of the noise alone disturbed him, that if she sat at the table in the window, and did her work there, he would not notice it. It was the concealed clacking of the keys that worried him. Perhaps it would even help him to attend to his own business to see how zealously she attended to hers. Those deft long fingers! They were the incarnation of the efficiency which to him was the salt of life. 鈥業 was waiting till you had finished, Mamma!鈥?she permitted herself to observe.