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Elite Baiter Joined: 30 Apr 2017 Posts: 1055

^Hear! Hear!

Mr Dickens said that it's ok for me to send Lina larger extracts, evedently he's written more than one book. He said he's even written one about an orphan that asks for more, how very apt.

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lina williams
22:37 (7 hours ago)
to me
My Darling
How are you today, i hope all is well with you?
I want you to looking.forward and send the money FOR ME OK

Total amount to need for you in UK 8,518.00 I LOVE YOU OK

Below are the bank contact information to sned the money:

Account Holders Name. Edobor Presley Osas.
Account No: xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Bank code: 25153.
Branch code: 01303.
Swift code: UNAFSNDA.
Iban: SN1530130330301002284139.
Bank address: UBASN Plateaux Dakar Senegal

Attach the payment slip FOR ME OK .I will be waiting to hear from you soonest

Enjoy Lina (although I get the feeling your not reading a bloody word)

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Lina my little boil on the arse of humanity

It was the Dover road that lay, on a Friday night late in November, before the first of the persons with whom this history has business. The Dover road lay, as to him, beyond the Dover mail, as it lumbered up Shooter's Hill. He walked up hill in the mire by the side of the mail, as the rest of the passengers did; not because they had the least relish for walking exercise, under the circumstances, but because the hill, and the harness, and the mud, and the mail, were all so heavy, that the horses had three times already come to a stop, besides once drawing the coach across the road, with the mutinous intent of taking it back to Blackheath. Reins and whip and coachman and guard, however, in combination, had read that article of war which forbade a purpose otherwise strongly in favour of the argument, that some brute animals are endued with Reason; and the team had capitulated and returned to their duty.

With drooping heads and tremulous tails, they mashed their way through the thick mud, floundering and stumbling between whiles, as if they were falling to pieces at the larger joints. As often as the driver rested them and brought them to a stand, with a wary "Wo-ho! so-ho- then!" the near leader violently shook his head and everything upon it--like an unusually emphatic horse, denying that the coach could be got up the hill. Whenever the leader made this rattle, the passenger started, as a nervous passenger might, and was disturbed in mind.

There was a steaming mist in all the hollows, and it had roamed in its forlornness up the hill, like an evil spirit, seeking rest and finding none. A clammy and intensely cold mist, it made its slow way through the air in ripples that visibly followed and overspread one another, as the waves of an unwholesome sea might do. It was dense enough to shut out everything from the light of the coach-lamps but these its own workings, and a few yards of road; and the reek of the labouring horses steamed into it, as if they had made it all.

Two other passengers, besides the one, were plodding up the hill by the side of the mail. All three were wrapped to the cheekbones and over the ears, and wore jack-boots. Not one of the three could have said, from anything he saw, what either of the other two was like; and each was hidden under almost as many wrappers from the eyes of the mind, as from the eyes of the body, of his two companions. In those days, travellers were very shy of being confidential on a short notice, for anybody on the road might be a robber or in league with robbers. As to the latter, when every posting-house and ale-house could produce somebody in "the Captain's" pay, ranging from the landlord to the lowest stable non-descript, it was the likeliest thing upon the cards. So the guard of the Dover mail thought to himself, that Friday night in November, one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five, lumbering up Shooter's Hill, as he stood on his own particular perch behind the mail, beating his feet, and keeping an eye and a hand on the arm-chest before him, where a loaded blunderbuss lay at the top of six or eight loaded horse-pistols, deposited on a substratum of cutlass.

The Dover mail was in its usual genial position that the guard suspected the passengers, the passengers suspected one another and the guard, they all suspected everybody else, and the coachman was sure of nothing but the horses; as to which cattle he could with a clear conscience have taken his oath on the two Testaments that they were not fit for the journey.

Love you

Harold

Posted: Wed May 02, 2018 7:20 am

^^ She's definitely at least trying to read them, because lo-and-behold we've got an email for Roland Woods.

Quote:

My Derling,Mr Kirk
How are you today? i hope fine.
I am more than happy to send you this email and to thank you for your
kindness and understanding in helping me out from this situation that
i am into.

Good day to you,I received your mail to me now and i thank you for
your concern to write me.It is obvious that it is God that brought you
into my life so as to use you to wipe tears out of my eyes, I am happy
to have someone like you with clean heart to guide my future living
and also be my trustee and foreign partner to help me our invest the money
in your country

I think it's a first she hasn't asked for a payment slip. Not too happy with my new role as Lina's tear-wiper, I must say.

There was a phone and email attached to the bottom (rev80micahjoes AT gmail). It's supposed to belong to Roland Woods. You'd be forgiven if it belonged to a Micah Jones, though.

Posted: Wed May 02, 2018 10:31 am

Quote:

My Derling,
How are you today,i hope fine and healthy?
Do you recieve my yesterday mail, if yes.
I wait to read from you?Thank you for your kindness and your
understanding.Thanks so much for your mail
I appreciate your mail

Posted: Wed May 02, 2018 1:20 pm

I sent Lina Darling the payment slip but it made no difference:

Quote:

Attach the payment slip FOR ME ok .I will be waiting to hear from you soonest
with the payment slip.
Yours Lovely,
Lina Williams

This one makes a bag of rocks look like Albert Einstein.

Elite Baiter Joined: 28 Mar 2015 Posts: 1916

^ All in all, I am wondering if ladette can actually read English - perhaps doesn't even speak it very well. The scripts are poorly formulated and copy-pasted time and again. Don't really know why he's wasting his time trying to scam this way. But, hey-ho, at least it's keeping him busy. LOL

Posted: Wed May 02, 2018 6:57 pm

@Padme, You are correct. Lina is a "NASA Astronaut", NOT a Nigerian astronaut. My bad.

ETA: I sometimes get my astronauts confuse.

Posted: Wed May 02, 2018 8:19 pm

Jean didn't check his email for a couple days.

Sent 2x

Lina wrote:

my mind is worried.OK I will make you fee at home at all time Go and
send the money

I want you to looking.forward and send the money to me for the bank as
my foreign partner/trustee

please am waiting to hear a good news from you,God bless you,

Attach the payment slip.I will be waiting to hear from you soonest
with the payment slip.
LIAN

Sent 3 x

Quote:

send it to 3 different people?

send the money 12.000$ through western union or money gram so Wari

Attach the payment slip.for me OK I will be waiting to hear from you soonest
with the payment slip.
LIAN

Sent 4x

Quote:

My Derling,
HOW DO YOU ONE TO SEND ME THE MONEY FOR ME
I AM SITE WAITING FOR YOU TO SEND ME THE MONEY OK
GO AND SEND THE MONEY.
Attach the payment slip FOR ME OK
LIAN

Quote:

My Darling
How are you today, i hope all is well with you?

please am waiting to hear a good news from you,God bless you,

Attach the payment slip.I will be waiting to hear from you soonest
with the payment slip.
LIAN

sent 2x

Quote:

My Derling,
How are you today,i hope fine and healthy?
Do you recieve my yesterday mail, if yes.
I wait to read from you?Thank you for your kindness and your
understanding.Thanks so much for your mail
I appreciate your mail
lina

Jean replied with a resend of the last note he sent to her. If she can recycle, so can Jean.

Posted: Wed May 02, 2018 9:37 pm

Word back from Roland Woods.

Quote:

ATLANTA

Mr Kirk,The late father of Miss Lina Williams Dr.Dominic
Williams; was a politician and
an international businessman .When my father was alive he deposited
some amount of money in a leading financial institution ,which he
Mr Kirk To used you as the next of kin,To the amount in question is 7.9
Million US Dollars .I have my late father's statement of account and
his death certificate .I want you to assist me to transfer this money
to your account .this transfer in your account,To you country?

Mr Kirk to used you name as the next of kin,to the amount in question

THe Bank as For THe Money To activate the father's bank account before
they will be able to operate the account
and move the funds out into your bank account the money To you country
is 45.000$ US Dollars to pay the bank?

To forward it to the bank to introduce you to them as my foreign
partner/trustee who will stand on my behalf to his money since they
refused to transfer the money to my position

Mr Roland Woods(TRANSFER/WIRE OF OFFICER) IS THE ONE GO TO TRANSFER
YOU THE MONEY TO YOU BANK Account TO YOU position IN YOU country NO 72
BANK OUR our foreign transfer
officer,

Sir,Mr Kirk

I have been directed by the director of Foreign Operation/Wire
Transfer to write you in respect to your mail which we have
received.Actually,we have earlier been told about you by the young
lady Miss Lina Williams, that she wishes you to be her
trustee/representative for the claim of her late father's deposit with
our bank.The late father Dr.Dominic Williams was our late customer
with substantial amount deposited with us. Hence you have been really
appointed as a trustee to represent the next of Kin.How ever before
our bank will transact any business concerning the transfer of the
fund with you, we will like you to send the following documents to our
bank: so you vrey to Go and send the money to Miss Lian Williams to
forward it The Money to our Bank and mark The transfer to you
politician ni you country?

1.A power of attorney permitting you to claim and transfer the
fund to your bank account in you country on her behalf.This document
must be endorsed
by a Senegalese resident bank..

2.The death certificate of (Her deceased father)confirming the death.

3.A copy of the statement of the account issued to her late father
by our bank.

4. An affidavit of oath from the Senegalese high court.

5. A scanned copy of your Identity / international passport.

6.Letter of probate from the high court of Senegal where Miss
Lina Williams is residing.

Note that the above are compulsory, and are needed to protect our
interest,yours,the next of kin after the claims. These shall also
ensure that a smooth, quick and successful transfer of the fund is
made.We promise to give our customers the best of our services.Should
you have any question(s),please contact our foreign transfer
officer,

Mr.Roland Woods,
on office telephone number;(+221 70 50 828 79)
Thank you for your cooperation

Mr Roland Woods(TRANSFER/WIRE OF OFFICER)

Same broken English, probably the same lad running both boxes?

EDIT:
And word from Lina:

Quote:

My Derling,
Thanks so much for
your mail.I appreciate your mail

I AM SITE WAITING FOR YOU TO SEND ME THE MONEY OK
GO AND SEND THE MONEY.

you will help me to prepare my traveling documents and air ticket to
come over to meet you

Use below information details to send the money
I AM SITE WAITING FOR YOU TO SEND ME THE MONEY OK
GO AND SEND THE MONEY

You can now send the money Amount:45.000$ US Dollars

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I will help you my love but what must I do?

Sent twice:

Quote:

lina williams
23:06 (7 hours ago)
to me
My Derling,
How are you today,
i hope all is well with you?
Thank you for your kindness and your understanding?
Thanks so much for your mail Thanks so much for your mail.I appreciate your mail
please i beg you in the name of God.help me.

you will help me to prepare my traveling documents and air ticket to
come over to meet you

I AM SITE WAITING FOR YOU TO SEND ME THE MONEY OK
GO AND SEND THE MONEY.

I want you to looking.forward and send the money FOR ME OK

Total amount to need for you in UK 8,518.00 I LOVE YOU OK

please am waiting to hear a good news from you,God bless you,

Attach the payment slip for me OK .I will be waiting to hear from you soonest

with the payment slip.
LIAN

Sent once:

Quote:

lina williams
23:06 (7 hours ago)
to me
please am waiting to hear a good news from you,God bless you,

Attach the payment slip.I will be waiting to hear from you soonest

with the payment slip.
LIAN

Not quite the car chase I promised but damn exciting nontheless.

Quote:

Lina or Lian you little turd

"Wo-ho!" said the coachman. "So, then! One more pull and you're at the top and be damned to you, for I have had trouble enough to get you to it!--Joe!"

"Halloa!" the guard replied.

"What o'clock do you make it, Joe?"

"Ten minutes, good, past eleven."

"My blood!" ejaculated the vexed coachman, "and not atop of Shooter's yet! Tst! Yah! Get on with you! "

The emphatic horse, cut short by the whip in a most decided negative, made a decided scramble for it, and the three other horses followed suit. Once more, the Dover mail struggled on, with the jack-boots of its passengers squashing along by its side. They had stopped when the coach stopped, and they kept close company with it. If any one of the three had had the hardihood to propose to another to walk on a little ahead into the mist and darkness, he would have put himself in a fair way of getting shot instantly as a highwayman.

The last burst carried the mail to the summit of the hill. The horses stopped to breathe again, and the guard got down to skid the wheel for the descent, and open the coach-door to let the passengers in.

"Tst! Joe!" cried the coachman in a warning voice, looking down from his box.

"What do you say, Tom?"

They both listened.

"I say a horse at a canter coming up, Joe."

"_I_ say a horse at a gallop, Tom," returned the guard, leaving his hold of the door, and mounting nimbly to his place. "Gentlemen! In the kings name, all of you!"

With this hurried adjuration, he cocked his blunderbuss, and stood on the offensive.

The passenger booked by this history, was on the coach-step, getting in; the two other passengers were close behind him, and about to follow. He remained on the step, half in the coach and half out of; they re-mained in the road below him. They all looked from the coachman to the guard, and from the guard to the coachman, and listened. The coachman looked back and the guard looked back, and even the emphatic leader pricked up his ears and looked back, without contradicting.

The stillness consequent on the cessation of the rumbling and and labouring of the coach, added to the stillness of the night, made it very quiet indeed. The panting of the horses communicated a tremulous motion to the coach, as if it were in a state of agitation. The hearts of the passengers beat loud enough perhaps to be heard; but at any rate, the quiet pause was audibly expressive of people out of breath, and holding the breath, and having the pulses quickened by expectation.

The sound of a horse at a gallop came fast and furiously up the hill.

"So-ho!" the guard sang out, as loud as he could roar. "Yo there! Stand! I shall fire!"

The pace was suddenly checked, and, with much splashing and floundering, a man's voice called from the mist, "Is that the Dover mail?"

"Never you mind what it is!" the guard retorted. "What are you?"

"IS that the Dover mail?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"I want a passenger, if it is."

"What passenger?"

"Mr. Jarvis Lorry."

Our booked passenger showed in a moment that it was his name. The guard, the coachman, and the two other passengers eyed him distrustfully.

"Keep where you are," the guard called to the voice in the mist, "because, if I should make a mistake, it could never be set right in your lifetime. Gentleman of the name of Lorry answer straight."

"What is the matter?" asked the passenger, then, with mildly quavering speech. "Who wants me? Is it Jerry?"

("I don't like Jerry's voice, if it is Jerry," growled the guard to himself. "He's hoarser than suits me, is Jerry.")

"Yes, Mr. Lorry."

"What is the matter?"

"A despatch sent after you from over yonder. T. and Co."

"I know this messenger, guard," said Mr. Lorry, getting down into the road--assisted from behind more swiftly than politely by the other two passengers, who immediately scrambled into the coach, shut the door, and pulled up the window. "He may come close; there's nothing wrong."

"I hope there ain't, but I can't make so 'Nation sure of that," said the guard, in gruff soliloquy. "Hallo you!"

"Well! And hallo you!" said Jerry, more hoarsely than before.

"Come on at a footpace! d'ye mind me? And if you've got holsters to that saddle o' yourn, don't let me see your hand go nigh 'em. For I'm a devil at a quick mistake, and when I make one it takes the form of Lead. So now let's look at you."

The figures of a horse and rider came slowly through the eddying mist, and came to the side of the mail, where the passenger stood. The rider stooped, and, casting up his eyes at the guard, handed the passenger a small folded paper. The rider's horse was blown, and both horse and rider were covered with mud, from the hoofs of the horse to the hat of the man.

"Guard!" said the passenger, in a tone of quiet business confidence.

The watchful guard, with his right hand at the stock of his raised blunderbuss, his left at the barrel, and his eye on the horseman, answered curtly, "Sir."

"There is nothing to apprehend. I belong to Tellson's Bank. You must know Tellson's Bank in London. I am going to Paris on business. A crown to drink. I may read this?"

"If so be as you're quick, sir."

He opened it in the light of the coach-lamp on that side, and read--first to himself and then aloud: "`Wait at Dover for Mam'selle.' It's not long, you see, guard. Jerry, say that my answer was, RECALLED TO LIFE."

Jerry started in his saddle. "That's a Blazing strange answer, too," said he, at his hoarsest.

"Take that message back, and they will know that I received this, as well as if I wrote. Make the best of your way. Good night."

With those words the passenger opened the coach-door and got in; not at all assisted by his fellow-passengers, who had expeditiously secreted their watches and purses in their boots, and were now making a general pretence of being asleep. With no more definite purpose than to escape the hazard of originating any other kind of action.

The coach lumbered on again, with heavier wreaths of mist closing round it as it began the descent. The guard soon replaced his blunderbuss in his arm-chest, and, having looked to the rest of its contents, and having looked to the supplementary pistols that he wore in his belt, looked to a smaller chest beneath his seat, in which there were a few smith's tools, a couple of torches, and a tinder-box. For he was furnished with that completeness that if the coach-lamps had been blown and stormed out, which did occasionally happen, he had only to shut himself up inside, keep the flint and steel sparks well off the straw, and get a light with tolerable safety and ease (if he were lucky) in five minutes.

"Tom!" softly over the coach roof.

"Hallo, Joe."

"Did you hear the message?"

"I did, Joe."

"What did you make of it, Tom?"

"Nothing at all, Joe."

"That's a coincidence, too," the guard mused, "for I made the same of it myself."

Jerry, left alone in the mist and darkness, dismounted meanwhile, not only to ease his spent horse, but to wipe the mud from his face, and shake the wet out of his hat-brim, which might be capable of holding about half a gallon. After standing with the bridle over his heavily-splashed arm, until the wheels of the mail were no longer within hearing and the night was quite still again, he turned to walk down the hill.

"After that there gallop from Temple Bar, old lady, I won't trust your fore-legs till I get you on the level," said this hoarse messenger, glancing at his mare. "`Recalled to life.' That's a Blazing strange message. Much of that wouldn't do for you, Jerry! I say, Jerry! You'd be in a Blazing bad way, if recalling to life was to come into fashion, Jerry!"

Love you

Harold

Posted: Thu May 03, 2018 10:06 am

Lina/Lian made a howler, and as if in shame, gave over a bank account!
(Emphasis added)

Quote:

My Derling,Mr Camille White
How are you today, i hope all is well with you?
Thank you for your kindness and your understanding
Darling my mind is worried
Good day to you,I received your mail to me now and i thank you for your concern to write me.It is obvious that it is God that brought you into my life so as to use you to wipe tears out of my eyes, I am happy to have someone like you with clean heart to guide my future living and also be my trustee and foreign partner to help me our in your countr.
I want you to looking.forward and send the money to me for the bank as my foreign partner/trustee.
you will help me to prepare my traveling documents and air ticket to come over to meet you.
to used you name as the next of kin,to the amount in question My Derling,I LOVE YOU OK
I AM SITE WAITING FOR YOU TO SEND ME THE MONEY OK
GO AND SEND THE MONEY.
Below are the bank contact information to sned the money:
Account Holders Name: MULE
Bank Name: UBA
Bank code: Sn153
Branch code : 01301
Account No: XXXXXXXXXXXX
Rib: 94
Code swift: UNAFSNDA
Code Iban SN :1530130130101002195694
Bank address: Uba Senegal Route des almadies zone 12 lot D
please am waiting to hear a good news from you,God bless you,
Attach the payment slip FOR ME OK .I will be waiting to hear from you soonest with the payment slip.
LIAN

Meanwhile, in Gorzom the barbarian hero languishes in durance vile, and sinister deeds are done in secret places!

Quote:

My darlingest heart Lina
Consciousness returned to Grignr in stygmatic pools as his mind gradually cleared of the cobwebs cluttering its inner recesses, yet the stygian cloud of charcoal ebony remained. An incompatible shield of blackness, enhanced by the bleak abscense of sound.
Grignr's muddled brain reeled from the shock of the blow he had recieved to the base of his skull. The events leading to his predicament were slow to filter back to him. He dickered with the notion that he was dead and had descended or sunk, however it may be, to the shadowed land beyond the the aperature of the grave, but rejected this hypothesis when his memory sifted back within his grips. This was not the land of the dead, it was something infinitely more precarious than anything the grave could offer. Death promised an infinity of peace, not the finite misery of an inactive life of confined torture, forever concealed from the life bearing shafts of the beloved rising sun. The orb that had been before taken for granted, yet now cherished above all else. To be forever refused further glimpses of the snow capped summits of the land of his birth, never again to witness the thrill of plundering unexplored lands beyond the crest of a bleeding horizon, and perhaps worst of all the denial to ever again encompass the lustful excitement of caressing the naked curves of the body of a trim yound wench.
This was indeed one of the buried chasms of Hell concealed within the inner depths of the palace's despised interior. A fearful ebony chamber devised to drive to the brinks of insanity the minds of the unfortunately condemned, through the inapt solitude of a limbo of listless dreary silence.

A tightly rung elliptical circle or torches cast their wavering shafts prancing morbidly over the smooth surface of a rectangular, ridged alter. Expertly chisled forms of grotesque gargoyles graced the oblique rim protruberating the length of the grim orifice of death, staring forever ahead into nothingness in complete ignorance of the bloody rites enacted in their prescence. Brown flaking stains decorated the golden surface of the ridge surrounding the alter, which banked to a small slit at the lower right hand corner of the altar. The slit stood above a crudely pounded pail which had several silver meshed chalices hanging at its sides. Dangling at the rimof golden mallet, the handle of which was engraved with images of twisted faces and groved at its far end with slots designed for a snug hand grip. The head of the mallet was slightly larger than a clenched fist and shaped into a smooth oval mass.
Encircling the marble altar was a congregation of leering shamen. Eerie chants of a bygone age, originating unknown eons before the memory of man, were being uttered from the buried recesses of the acolytes' deep lings. Orange paint was smeared in generous globules over the tops of thw Priests' wrinkled shaven scalps, while golden rings projected from the lobes of their pink ears. Ornate robes of lusciour purple satin enclosed their bulging torsos, attached around their waists with silvered silk lashes latched with ebony buckles in the shape of morose mis-shaped skulls. Dangling around their necks were oval fashoned medalions held by thin gold chains, featuring in their centers blood red rubys which resembled crimson fetish eyeballs. Cushoning their bare feet were plush red felt slippers with pointed golden spikes projecting from their tips.
Your ever loving Cammy

Posted: Thu May 03, 2018 10:03 pm

Roland Woods:

Quote:

I AM GO TO INFORMATION Miss Lina Williams TO SEND YOU THE DEATH CERTIFICATES

YOU VREY TO RONAIDO THE MONEY AND SEND IT FOR Miss Lina Williams TO
FORWARD IT TO OUR BANK TO MARK THE TRANSFER TO YOU BANK ACCOUNT NI YOU
POSITION TO YOU COUNTRY?

All I did was ask for that death certificate. Apparently that wasn't right.

Nothing noteworthy from Lina.

Elite Baiter Joined: 30 Apr 2017 Posts: 1055

Same old nonsense from Lina/Lian, Sent twice.

Quote:

lina williams
23:25 (6 hours ago)
to me
My Darling
How are you today i hope all is well with you?,
Thank you for your kindness and your understanding.Thanks so much for your mail
I appreciate your mail.

my Darling my mind is worried
Good day to you,I received your mail to me now and i thank you for
your concern to write me.It is obvious that it is God that brought you
into my life so as to use you to wipe tears out of my eyes, I am happy
to have someone like you with clean heart to guide my future living
and also be my trustee and foreign partner to help me our
in your countr.

you will help me to prepare my traveling documents and air ticket to
come over to meet you.please i beg you in the name of God.help me.you
will help me to
prepare my traveling documents and air ticket to
come over to meet you OK

please am waiting to hear a good news from you,God bless you,

I sent my greetings.Darling my mind is worried I one you to confirm
that you vrey send the.Money .OK I am go to married you question I
love you.i would come to meet you in UK I am waiting for our suggest.
for the traveling document.make you happy at all time.This is
the total amonut i need to arrange myself and meet you in
UK Total amount to need you in UK 8,518.00

Below are the bank contact information to sned the money:

Account Holders Name. Edobor Presley Osas.
Account No: xxxxxxxxxxx
Bank code: 25153.
Branch code: 01303.
Swift code: UNAFSNDA.
Iban: SN1530130330301002284139.
Bank address: UBASN Plateaux Dakar Senegal

Attach the payment slip FOR ME OK .I will be waiting to hear from you soonest

with the payment slip.
LIAN

Looks like Mr Dickens is going to need a lot more ink.

Quote:

Lina my rancid little toad

A Wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it! Something of the awfulness, even of Death itself, is referable to this. No more can I turn the leaves of this dear book that I loved, and vainly hope in time to read it all. No more can I look into the depths of this unfathomable water, wherein, as momentary lights glanced into it, I have had glimpses of buried treasure and other things submerged. It was appointed that the book should shut with a a spring, for ever and for ever, when I had read but a page. It was appointed that the water should be locked in an eternal frost, when the light was playing on its surface, and I stood in ignorance on the shore. My friend is dead, my neighbour is dead, my love, the darling of my soul, is dead; it is the inexorable consolidation and perpetuation of the secret that was always in that individuality, and which I shall carry in mine to my life's end. In any of the burial-places of this city through which I pass, is there a sleeper more inscrutable than its busy inhabitants are, in their innermost personality, to me, or than I am to them?

Love you

Harold

Elite Baiter Joined: 30 Apr 2017 Posts: 1055

Received 4 times:

Quote:

lina williams
20:20 (9 hours ago)
to me
My Darling
How are you today?,
Thank you for your kindness and your understanding Thanks so much for
your mail.I appreciate your mail.Darling there is true for me and you
OK see I need HOW DO YOU ONE TO SEND ME MONEY TO COME TO UK

I am go to married you question I
love you.i would come to meet you in UK I am waiting for our suggest.
MAIL for the traveling document.to make my myself and you happy at all
time.This is
the total amonut i need to arrange myself and meet you in
UK Total amount to need you in UK 8,518.00

please am waiting to hear a good news from you,God bless you,

Attach the payment slip for me OK .I will be waiting to hear from you soonest

with the payment slip.
LIAN

Not sure why Lina/Lian keeps replying but hope she enjoys the rest of chapte III.

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Lina my bad breathed beauty

As to this, his natural and not to be alienated inheritance, the messenger on horseback had exactly the same possessions as the King, the first Minister of State, or the richest merchant in London. So with the three passengers shut up in the narrow compass of one lumbering old mail coach; they were mysteries to one another, as complete as if each had been in his own coach and six, or his own coach and sixty, with the breadth of a county between him and the next.

The messenger rode back at an easy trot, stopping pretty often at ale-houses by the way to drink, but evincing a tendency to keep his own counsel, and to keep his hat cocked over his eyes. He had eyes that assorted very well with that decoration, being of a surface black, with no depth in the colour or form, and much too near together--as if they were afraid of being found out in something, singly, if they kept too far apart. They had a sinister expression, under an old cocked-hat like a three-cornered spittoon, and over a great muffler for the chin and throat, which descended nearly to the wearer's knees. When he stopped for drink, he moved this muffler with his left hand, only while he poured his liquor in with his right; as soon as that was done, he muffled again.

"No, Jerry, no!" said the messenger, harping on one theme as he rode. "It wouldn't do for you, Jerry. Jerry, you honest tradesman, it wouldn't suit YOUR line of business! Recalled--! Bust me if I don't think he'd been a drinking!"

His message perplexed his mind to that degree that he was fain, several times, to take off his hat to scratch his head. Except on the crown, which was raggedly bald, he had stiff, black hair, standing jaggedly all over it, and growing down hill almost to his broad, blunt nose. It was so like Smith's work, so much more like the top of a strongly spiked wall than a head of hair, that the best of players at leap-frog might have declined him, as the most dangerous man in the world to go over.

While he trotted back with the message he was to deliver to the night watchman in his box at the door of Tellson's Bank, by Temple Bar, who was to deliver it to greater authorities within, the shadows of the night took such shapes to him as arose out of the message, and took such shapes to the mare as arose out of HER private topics of uneasiness. They seemed to be numerous, for she shied at every shadow on the road.

What time, the mail-coach lumbered, jolted, rattled, and bumped upon its tedious way, with its three fellow-inscrutables inside. To whom, likewise, the shadows of the night revealed themselves, in the forms their dozing eyes and wandering thoughts suggested.

Tellson's Bank had a run upon it in the mail. As the bank passenger-- with an arm drawn through the leathern strap, which did what lay in it to keep him from pounding against the next passenger, and driving him into his corner, whenever the coach got a special jolt--nodded in his place, with half-shut eyes, the little coach-windows, and the coach-lamp dimly gleaming through them, and the bulky bundle of opposite passenger, became the bank, and did a great stroke of business. The rattle of the harness was the chink of money, and more drafts were honoured in five minutes than even Tellson's, with all its foreign and home connection, ever paid in thrice the time. Then the strong-rooms underground, at Tellson's, with such of their valuable stores and secrets as were known to the passenger (and it was not a little that he knew about them), opened before him, and he went in among them with the great keys and the feebly-burning candle, and found them safe, and strong, and sound, and still, just as he had last seen them.

But, though the bank was almost always with him, and though the coach (in a confused way, like the presence of pain under an opiate) was always with him, there was another current of impression that never ceased to run, all through the night. He was on his way to dig some one out of a grave.

Now, which of the multitude of faces that showed themselves before him was the true face of the buried person, the shadows of the night did not indicate; but they were all the faces of a man of five-and- forty by years, and they differed principally in the passions they expressed, and in the ghastliness of their worn and wasted state. Pride, contempt, defiance, stubbornness, submission, lamentation, succeeded one another; so did varieties of sunken cheek, cadaverous colour, emaciated hands and figures. But the face was in the main one face, and every head was prematurely white. A hundred times the dozing passenger inquired of this spectre:

"Buried how long?"

The answer was always the same: "Almost eighteen years."

"You had abandoned all hope of being dug out?"

"Long ago."

"You know that you are recalled to life?"

"They tell me so."

"I hope you care to live?"

"I can't say."

"Shall I show her to you? Will you come and see her?"

The answers to this question were various and contradictory. Sometimes the broken reply was, "Wait! It would kill me if I saw her too soon." Sometimes, it was given in a tender rain of tears, and then it was, "Take me to her." Sometimes it was staring and bewildered, and then it was, "I don't know her. I don't understand."

After such imaginary discourse, the passenger in his fancy would dig, and dig, dig--now with a spade, now with a great key, now with his hands--to dig this wretched creature out. Got out at last, with earth hanging about his face and hair, he would suddenly fan away to dust. The passenger would then start to himself, and lower the window, to get the reality of mist and rain on his cheek.

Yet even when his eyes were opened on the mist and rain, on the moving patch of light from the lamps, and the hedge at the roadside retreating by jerks, the night shadows outside the coach would fall into the train of the night shadows within. The real Banking-house by Temple Bar, the real business of the past day, the real strong rooms, the real express sent after him, and the real message returned, would all be there. Out of the midst of them, the ghostly face would rise, and he would accost it again.

"Buried how long?"

"Almost eighteen years."

"I hope you care to live?"

"I can't say."

Dig--dig--dig--until an impatient movement from one of the two passengers would admonish him to pull up the window, draw his arm securely through the leathern strap, and speculate upon the two slumbering forms, until his mind lost its hold of them, and they again slid away into the bank and the grave.

"Buried how long?"

"Almost eighteen years."

"You had abandoned all hope of being dug out?"

"Long ago."

The words were still in his hearing as just spoken--distinctly in his hearing as ever spoken words had been in his life--when the weary passenger started to the consciousness of daylight, and found that the shadows of the night were gone.

He lowered the window, and looked out at the rising sun. There was a ridge of ploughed land, with a plough upon it where it had been left last night when the horses were unyoked; beyond, a quiet coppice-wood, in which many leaves of burning red and golden yellow still remained upon the trees. Though the earth was cold and wet, the sky was clear, and the sun rose bright, placid, and beautiful.

"Eighteen years!" said the passenger, looking at the sun. "Gracious Creator of day! To be buried alive for eighteen years!"

Love you

Harold

Posted: Sun May 06, 2018 11:38 pm

Lina is reading my replies again, it appears! Sent thrice:

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My darling,
I hope you are well?
Mine here is by the God grace for my life remains.
I read your message and I am very happy, everything is in your hands
since you knew everything about this matter.

My darling, I'm sorry if you misunderstood me, I mean the instructions
that the bank gave us to pay the fees, so for the evidence between you
and me any time you help me and pay the fees, send the payment sheet
to me.

Please try the best possible for this matter, and remains blessed with
me forever.
I hope to hear from you
Lots of Love

I seen to have moved passed the payment slip stage, finally! It's only taken 5 months...

Elite Baiter Joined: 30 Apr 2017 Posts: 1055

A whole day of silence from Lina and I have to say my mind was worried but then this.

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lina williams
00:37 (5 hours ago)
to me
How are you today?,
Thank you for your kindness and your understanding Thanks so much for
your mail.I appreciate your mail.Darling there is true for me and you
OK see I need HOW DO YOU ONE TO SEND ME MONEY TO COME TO UK

I am go to married you question I
love you.i would come to meet you in UK I am waiting for our suggest.
MAIL for the traveling document.to make my myself and you happy at all
time.This is
the total amonut i need to arrange myself and meet you in
UK Total amount to need you in UK 8,518.00
LINA

Mr Dickens is away over the bank holiday so I thought I would send Lina this, just to see what will happen.

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Lina my love

I really do not know what to make of you. I have tried to explain so much over the last couple of weeks but it's as if you are not even reading my emails. Please let me know your thoughts on all I have said so that we can move forward. I really want us to be together but until I see some genuine commitment on your part I feel our relationship has gone as far as it can.

Love you

Harold

Posted: Mon May 07, 2018 1:19 pm

She sent her copy/paste scripts about 15 more times to Jean so he's just replied with:

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No more talk until you read my emails.

Posted: Mon May 07, 2018 2:12 pm

I think this may be a low level smallboi who can't speak english who's trying to play the game on his own by bombing out his former oga's formats hoping an idiot just sends him/her money

Elite Baiter Joined: 30 Apr 2017 Posts: 1055

This was short, to the point and a little diferent from the usual nonsense. Did Lina read my last email or not?

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lina williams
13:10 (5 hours ago)
to me

HOW DO YOU ONE TO SEND ME THE MONEY TO COME UK

My reply.

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Lina you vile troll

Please don't shout, we will discuss the £8,518.00 when you are in a calmer frame of mind.

Love you

Harold

Posted: Mon May 07, 2018 9:47 pm

^^^I think she must be learning English!

Lina sends this thrice:

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My Derling,
How are you today, i hope all is well with you?
I AM SITE WAITING FOR YOU TO SEND ME THE MONEY
GO AND SEND THE MONEY HOW DO YOU ONE TO SEND ME THE MONEY

And then realizes she forgot something important so sends this 30 seconds later, once:

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with the payment slip.
LIAN

Meanwhile, Roland Woods writes back.

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Attention,Mr Kirk

The bank received your letter, it refers to the death certificate, you
must also follow the precise instructions provided to you and your
partner by our bank.

Since your partner is the closest relative and we have already
informed two of you about the legal procedure, what you need is to
send the mentioned amount to your partner as the bank instructs you so
that the transaction takes effect.

Normally we provide the best services to our clients.

Elite Baiter Joined: 30 Apr 2017 Posts: 1055

It is obvious Lina can't or is not reading anything I send her despite her claims.

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lina williams
19:38 (9 hours ago)
to me
My Darling
How are you today i hope all is well with you?,
Thank you for your kindness and your understanding.Thanks so much for your mail
I appreciate your mail.

Good day to you,I received your mail to me now and i thank you for
your concern to write me.It is obvious that it is God that brought you
into my life so as to use you to wipe tears out of my eyes, I am happy
to have someone like you

HOW DO YOU ONE TO SEND ME MONEY TO COME TO UK

I am go to married you question I
love you.i would come to meet you in UK I am waiting for our suggest.
MAIL for the traveling document.to make my myself and you happy at all
time.This is
the total amonut i need to arrange myself and meet you in
UK Total amount to need you in UK 8,518.00

lease try the best possible for this matter, and remains blessed with
me forever.
I hope to hear from you
Lots of Love

Well, Mr Dickens and I are in this for the long run, however after this snippet from Mr Dickens we have agreed we shall hold off posting unless something out of the ordinary happens.

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Lina my little gobshite

When the mail got successfully to Dover, in the course of the forenoon, the head drawer at the Royal George Hotel opened the coach-door as his custom was. He did it with some flourish of ceremony, for a mail journey from London in winter was an achievement to congratulate an adventurous traveller upon.
By that time, there was only one adventurous traveller left be congratulated: for the two others had been set down at their respective roadside destinations. The mildewy inside of the coach, with its damp and dirty straw, its disageeable smell, and its obscurity, was rather like a larger dog-kennel. Mr. Lorry, the passenger, shaking himself out of it in chains of straw, a tangle of shaggy wrapper, flapping hat, and muddy legs, was rather like a larger sort of dog.

"There will be a packet to Calais, tomorrow, drawer?"

"Yes, sir, if the weather holds and the wind sets tolerable fair. The tide will serve pretty nicely at about two in the afternoon, sir. Bed, sir?"

"I shall not go to bed till night; but I want a bedroom, and a barber."

"And then breakfast, sir? Yes, sir. That way, sir, if you please. Show Concord! Gentleman's valise and hot water to Concord. Pull off gentleman's boots in Concord. (You will find a fine sea-coal fire, sir.) Fetch barber to Concord. Stir about there, now, for Concord!"

The Concord bed-chamber being always assigned to a passenger by the mail, and passengers by the mail being always heavily wrapped up from bead to foot, the room had the odd interest for the establishment of the Royal George, that although but one kind of man was seen to go into it, all kinds and varieties of men came out of it. Consequently, another drawer, and two porters, and several maids and the landlady, were all loitering by accident at various points of the road between the Concord and the coffee-room, when a gentleman of sixty, formally dressed in a brown suit of clothes, pretty well worn, but very well kept, with large square cuffs and large flaps to the pockets, passed along on his way to his breakfast.

The coffee-room had no other occupant, that forenoon, than the gentleman in brown. His breakfast-table was drawn before the fire, and as he sat, with its light shining on him, waiting for the meal, he sat so still, that he might have been sitting for his portrait.

Very orderly and methodical he looked, with a hand on each knee, and a loud watch ticking a sonorous sermon under his flapped waist-coat, as though it pitted its gravity and longevity against the levity and evanescence of the brisk fire. He had a good leg, and was a little vain of it, for his brown stockings fitted sleek and close, and were of a fine texture; his shoes and buckles, too, though plain, were trim. He wore an odd little sleek crisp flaxen wig, setting very close to his head: which wig, it is to be presumed, was made of hair, but which looked far more as though it were spun from filaments of silk or glass. His linen, though not of a fineness in accordance with his stockings, was as white as the tops of the waves that broke upon the neighbouring beach, or the specks of sail that glinted in the sunlight far at sea. A face habitually suppressed and quieted, was still lighted up under the quaint wig by a pair of moist bright eyes that it must have cost their owner, in years gone by, some pains to drill to the composed and reserved expression of Tellson's Bank. He had a healthy colour in his cheeks, and his face, though lined, bore few traces of anxiety. But, perhaps the confidential bachelor clerks in Tellson's Bank were principally occupied with the cares of other people; and perhaps second-hand cares, like second-hand clothes, come easily off and on.

Completing his resemblance to a man who was sitting for his portrait, Mr. Lorry dropped off to sleep. The arrival of his breakfast roused him, and he said to the drawer, as he moved his chair to it:

Love you

Harold

Posted: Wed May 09, 2018 7:20 am

^^ Yes, I do have to agree with you there that this is getting very tedious and boring. Everytime Lina looks like she might have started reading replies she stops again.

Lina sent four more emails this morning, again saying she is "SITE" of waiting for the payment to be sent. To be fair, if she had tried reading replies she would know that the payment has been "sent" (as much as it ever will be, anyway).

Roland Woods is boring too. I think they're run by the same lad (the both use "vrey"). Roland is trying to get me to pay into Lina's bank account, for, reasons...

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Go and send the money to Miss Lian Williams to
forward it The Money to our Bank and mark The transfer to you
politician ni you country?

The bank received your letter, i vrey refers and send mail to Miss
lina williams
that you are Go to send money to follow it to our bank so
you vrey to Go and send the mony to Miss lina Williams our bank is
weather for the money to safari the quick and successful transfer

Odd use of the word safari there, but whatever... Doubt we'd be able to pull off a fake courier here, anyway.

Elite Baiter Joined: 30 Apr 2017 Posts: 1055

As far as Mr Dickens and I are concerned this is now a battle of wills. Smile

Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2018 2:40 am

She never responded to me after her initial introduction as an astronaut ...

just received a new intro from her tonite....same email....but oh how the story has changed

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Dear one ,
How are you today ? . l hope fine . Mine is not too good due to my
suffering condition here in Dakar Senegal . I am well pleased to meet
a person of honor and dignity like you . It gives me a great pleasure
to receive your mail . I must commend you for taking your time to
respond to my mail . Thank you so much .

My name is Miss Lina Williams so you can call me any one you like, i
am from Cote d'ivoire in West Africa and presently i am residing in a
church orphanage home here in Dakar Senegal as a result of the civil
war that was fought in my country some months ago , i was born on
Tuesday , the 22nd day of March , 1988 , twenty-two ( 24 ) years old ,
single and never not married , 5ft 8 inches tall , 55kg weight , black
hair and brown eyes . I love singing , watching television , studying
the bible , i am respectful , honest , sincere etc , i hate lies ,
dishonest people , promise and fail , taking others for granted ,
disobeying God , etc . My hobbies include taking care of people ,
sharing problems with others and find solution to the problems , going
to beach with my friends , etc .

I lost my both parents during this deadly political war that damaged
thousands of innocent souls in Cote d'ivoire . My family was among the
first target of the rebels because my late father was a successful
businessman and also a politician supporting the present government
when the problems was about to start .

Due to this all the members of my family was murdered in a cold blood
and our family house was set blazed . I was lucky and escaped death
because i was in bordering when this deadly incident took place . It
is only myself who is alive now and i managed to make my way to a
nearby country , Senegal , where i am staying now and never pray or
think to step my legs in that bloody country called Cote d'ivoire . I
am hoping for a day i will be totally free from the pains and shackles
of life . I have encountered pain and suffering ever since i lost my
parents but i know that someday i will wear a smile on my face again .

I have much to tell you . However i want to know if you are willing
and ready to help me smile again . To help me become somebody in the
society . To give me a better life . Something has been bothering me
and i have kept it to myself because i am afraid to disclose it to
anyone . I am afraid of betrayal . I am afraid someone might take
advantage of me if i should disclose it to anyone .

I have been praying to God to give me someone who will not betray my
trust and confidence in him . Someone who will not cheat and deceive
me . I am very much afraid . But if you will promise me that you will
stand for me as a guardian , a friend indeed , good Samaritan then i
will open up to you .

I would like to know more about you . Your real names , your likes and
dislikes , your hobbies , and what you are doing presently . I will
tell you more about myself in my next mail . Below is my picture .I
pray to God to guide and protect you in all you are doing . Have a
wonderful moment .

Yours in love ,
Miss Lina williams,

Elite Baiter Joined: 30 Apr 2017 Posts: 1055

Your lucky or not however you want to look at it. I'm still receving the same old crap and Mr Dickens is still busy scribbling away.

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MY LOVE,
How are you today,i hope fine and healthy?
Do you recieve my lil mail, if yes.
I wait to read from you?Thank you for your kindness and your
understanding.Thanks so much for your mail
I appreciate your mail.you will help me to prepare my traveling
documents and air ticket to
come over to meet you.

I sent my greetings.Darling my mind is worried I one you to confirm
that you vrey send the.Money .OK I am go to married you question I
love you.i would come to meet you in UK I am waiting for our suggest.
for the traveling document.make you happy at all time.This is
the total amonut i need to arrange myself and meet you in
UK Total amount to need you in UK 8,518.00

I AM SITE WAITING FOR YOU TO SEND ME THE MONEY OK
GO AND SEND THE MONEY.I LOVE YOU OK

Below are the bank contact information to sned the money:

Account Holders Name. Ed##or Pr###ey O##s.
Account No: 30########41.
Bank code: 2###3.
Branch code: 0###3.
Swift code: UNAFSNDA.
Iban: SN15301303303#######4139.
Bank address: UBASN Plateaux Dakar Senegal

Attach the payment slip.for me OK I will be waiting to hear from you soonest

Mr Dickens is well into the Second Book Chapter 3 which is aptly tittled A Disappointment.

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Lina you rotting pile of offal

"Let me interrupt you for a moment. Had he come on board alone?"

"No."

"How many were with him?"

"Two French gentlemen."

"Had they conferred together?"

"They had conferred together until the last moment, when it was necessary for the French gentlemen to be landed in their boat."

"Had any papers been handed about among them, similar to these lists?"

"Some papers had been handed about among them, but I don't know what papers."

"Like these in shape and size?"

"Possibly, but indeed I don't know, although they stood whispering very near to me: because they stood at the top of the cabin steps to have the light of the lamp that was hanging there; it was a dull lamp, and they spoke very low, and I did not hear what they said, and saw only that they looked at papers."

"Now, to the prisoner's conversation, Miss Manette."

"The prisoner was as open in his confidence with me--which arose out of my helpless situation--as he was kind, and good, and useful to my father. I hope," bursting into tears, "I may not repay him by doing him harm to-day."

Buzzing from the blue-flies.

"Miss Manette, if the prisoner does not perfectly understand that you give the evidence which it is your duty to give--which you must give-- and which you cannot escape from giving--with great unwillingness, he is the only person present in that condition. Please to go on."

"He told me that he was travelling on business of a delicate and difficult nature, which might get people into trouble, and that he was therefore travelling under an assumed name. He said that this business had, within a few days, taken him to France, and might, at intervals, take him backwards and forwards between France and England for a long time to come."

"Did he say anything about America, Miss Manette? Be particular."

"He tried to explain to me how that quarrel had arisen, and he said that, so far as he could judge, it was a wrong and foolish one on England's part. He added, in a jesting way, that perhaps George Washington might gain almost as great a name in history as George the Third. But there was no harm in his way of saying this: it was said laughingly, and to beguile the time."

Love you

Harold

Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2018 4:48 am

We've been exchanging emails once or twice a week for the last few months now. It's always the same "SEND ME THE MONEY SITE, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH" nonsense. I've attempted to introduce a dollar chop, but the lad seems unfazed.

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