Natun shari, blouse poreche. Tara hurai thik moto Porte pare ni. Bra’r ekta ongsho beriye ache. Ami hese bollam, “kigo boudi, ki korchoo?” Boudi...heshe bollo, “Ei snan sharlam.” tarpore jog korlo, ” bhalo hoyese tumi esecho, amar dupurbela boddo eka eka lage. Maje maje ga chom chom kore.” Ami bollam, “ki je bolo, tomar buji bhuter bhoi ache.” Boudi besh lajuk kore hashlo. Bollo, “ta ache, tobe sobchaite beshi bhoi makorosha. Makorosha dekhle amar ga ghin ghin kore. Ar ei dupurer rode sob. We heard the familiar sounds of Mrs Hudson answering the door, a brief exchange, and then heavy footsteps on the stairs and finally a knock on our own door.Holmes rose and took a place by the mantle from which he enjoyed a superior perspective on our visitors, making them walk across the room to greet him, thereby giving him additional time to observe those all-but-invisible markers that tell him everything that a man would keep secret.This of course left me to answer the door, which I opened. Understand? I will not have it."Anne backed up a step, tipping over the chair. Her father's wife picked up her small bell and rang it. "Sit!" she said again. When the young black maid appeared, she said, "Have one of the boys go cut me some switches, althea will do. Long ones."Anne ran from the dining room and galloped up the stairs, skirts flying, her heart beating rapidly, bile in her mouth, refusing to cry, not sure whether she was furious or frightened.At two that afternoon, wearing her. " Bouncing the ball she went back to half court and then started moving in, keeping the ball on her right side, her left side blocking him. He moved closer up to her left side and hip checked her and slapped at the ball. Carol laughed as she easily moved away from him and closer to the net. Once again he moved close to her this time lining up behind her. He put one hand on her lower back as they moved together in what looked like a coordinated dance. As she made her move to her left his had.