Fwd: 6EAB-B5A2-CA31 : CONSULT from pgus-board (post)

AFAIK, this list is dead.

Can it be de-activated/archived?

Thanks,
-selena


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From: Raymon Jaynes <diners@mknet.org>
To: Stanton Bobbitt <pgus-board@postgresql.org>
Date: Wed, 07 Apr 2010 21:42:44 +0200
Subject: at, began to hust
Ht between themselves, and next evening they went out fust and hid

themselves round the corner. Ten minutes arterwards old Sam came out,
walking as though 'e was going to catch

a train; and smiling to think 'ow he 'ad shaken them off. At the corner
of
Commercial Road
he stopped and bought 'imself a button-hole for

'is coat, and Ginger was so surprised that 'e pinched Peter Russet to
make sure that he wasn't dreaming. Old Sam

walked straight on whistling, and every now
and then looking down at 'is button-hole, until by-and-by he turned down
a street on the right and went into a little shop. Ginger Dick and Peter
waited for 'im at the corner, but he was inside for so long that at last
they got tired o' waiting
and crept up and peeped through the winder. It was a little
tobacconist's shop, with
newspapers and penny toys and such-like;
but, as far as Ginger could see through two rows o' pipes and the Police
News, it was empty. They stood there with their

noses pressed against the glass for some

time, wondering wot had 'appened

to Sam, but by-and-by a little boy went
in and then they began to 'ave an idea wot Sam's little game was. As the
shop-bell went the door of a little parlou




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