HIDDEN THE ARK, THE RESIDENCE IN PLEDGE.
The smell of freshly cut grass accentuated in the young artist lethargy of reverie as a prefix to the reasoning of his own thoughts. Beyond what they were people who had given him life and destiny of the House of the Gargoyles, which she, with tenacious rage meticulously scrutinized endlessly in search of something excessive or small, momentous or insignificant thus not really was no certainty. But it was clear that nobody knows what you want until you find it, and she would not stop even if it be lifted one by one the roots of planting throughout the garden, and each of logs and stones and himself buried in deep concrete foundation that gave early to the riddle made by Thien.
Pamela
opened his eyes to see how far the greenhouse, as the home of the grower were the only sites that had hitherto impregnable the sacred territory of Felicia.
- How can you be so vile and despicable at the same time mastering the wonderful gift of creativity evident in the beauty of flowers and green landscape? Maybe not completely evil beings are not virtuosos, a hint of malice or goodness should emerge in the dominant character of all human beings, it was said Pamela trying to find a reasonable argument to his total incomprehension.
"If only I had a clue. One clue, anything to show me the right way in this absurd investigation, "he repeated and again the sole heir of the late Thien clan.
on the glass covering the wrought iron garden table was the book of Don Ernesto. Casually took the paper from Mr. Thien and started reading it without any remorse or shame that could damage your conscience. Nothing in the book seemed relevant at any time mention was made of Doña Aurora, Abigail or Felicia. "Perhaps he thought the leaves torn Pamela, said something that clearly someone did not want to read. Perhaps the same old man regretted having written some unholy intimacy or any situation that was embarrassing for others. The Journal ended abruptly with a series of notes or tasks that should Don Ernesto on specific dates such as "Send Monday Morning Roman collection, etc. Quite sui generis list was not very extensive so Pamela took the time to read it. Suddenly, she stopped reading. Undoubtedly a brief handwritten note with the involved with it.
"Notify the owner, who hid the ark abode in pledge"
- Yes, this is for me! the old man wanted me to read this note, "he said nervously. Slowly repeated the words aloud to split into three pieces trying to decipher the supposed message.
-Notify the owner
"That hidden the ark
-the home as security
" No, do not understand, calm said ah! and, of course, is more than clear. "The Ark," he mused, "is the package that my mother had hidden me. The home is ... this house. It is clear, very clear laughed inordinately. The gesture that only a few moments his face was full of satisfaction soon became the pathetic face of tears drowned. What pledge? He said bypassing the voice of his fatal speculation.
"This means" to change ... "" instead of ... ", no, do not accept it, deny such stupidity unusually shouted with intent to be heard by all the dead who had lived in the house, and threw the paper with such violence that ended up in the middle of a clump of rhododendrons and evergreen azaleas sinking into the thick fragrant flowers. Read
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