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only possibly from this Mr. Graham
„Maybe Mrs. Johnson must get used only to a civilised world...“ it came of Melissa them it obviously enjoyed in the centre to be.
I meant a track of satisfaction on Mr Graham see face to see.

„I am so furious on this arrogant Mr. Graham!! You should have seen him like he had looked at me with this haughty blasé look....“
Sita took my hand and stroked them affectionately during them to me carefully listened.
We sat on our bank and the dusk fell peacefully over the sea. The sea rushed peacefully in the dunes and a refreshing sea breeze fan my quick-tempered face.
I was still raised very much and thought of the humiliation of these disgusting haughty teachers.
„You are  carefully with him Brandy...“ fallow Sita after longer silence and her wonderful roe deer-brown eyes looked at me long.
Confused I looked at them
. “How do you mean this? The type cannot suffer me obviously!“ and with stress „... I know this look...!!“
„I do not know a lot about him.... only he no other opinion except his own suffers. And...“, she took my hand smiled and pressed them firmly in itself. “... you are a born rebel Brandy. Such types like Mr. Graham smell kilometre-wise.“ 
Her  gentle touch calmed me a little bit and I inhaled her beguiling smell after coriander and incense.
A gentle smile darted over her face and in the dusk her fine features from were weakly reflected.
Her skin felt gentle and soft...
For a while we were quiet by agreement and enjoyed the marvellous dusk.
The first bats darted cheerfully about us away... the last gulls still searched fast a sleeping place... the first stars appeared in the clear sky and flashed trusted.

An incredibly friedvolle mood the annoyance a lot was at a distance between us.All from me and a wholesome rest overcame me.
Sita did not emit something harmonious that I could explain.
„I can remember still well as me here it came.You  should have seen Mr Grahams expression.... as him probably to the 1st time an Indian to face agreed...“
Sita gurgled and I also had to smile with the thought of Mr. Graham amazed play of features.
„He comes from a moneyed British family and behaves like a struggle aristocrat. What you mean like he me the first time treated.... first he appreciated to me of no look.“, her eyes glittered in the gentle moonlight.
„And.... like it went on? “, I stuck impatiently after fascinated I listened to her story.
„When he saw that I was intimidated because of him by no means, he let himself to a condescending conversation down. He suggested to me that we have to owe Indian everything to the British country!“
Sita briefly paused and tied together her hair cleverly.
“Then I told him something about our history and involved him in a discussion about politics!!“
I got myself almost not more one before laughter. Sita Mr. Graham could copy fantastically.
„Yes...“, she inmitated his speaking with a twang voice after.“... position yourselves before him could not understand that we can also read hindi  and write and even mind own.“
Sita left gurgling of itself and stroked a cheeky strand of hair from the face before she continued in the normal tone“..., in any case he made never again after this discussion a comment!“

We had a good time deliciously ….und I leant my head on her shoulder. It did so well her nearness to feel.
Sitas softy hand stroked softly my hair and affectionately it pressed me in herself.....
There the writing competition occurred to me and I briefly told her about it.
„But I do not know whether I should take part there... if I only to this Mr. Graham thinks it badly becomes to me.“
„Nevertheless, you love the writing or?“ Sita looked at me thoroughly...
„Er... oh well... I write now and again.“, I made way move and thought of all books at home in the room and the countless note entries.
Sita `see hand touched my shoulder