All through that brief but measureless space of time during which wonder kept him silent, as fear did her, she cowered there, a limp helpless object. You’re a piss-poor liar, John. She went further: she doubted that he was fully conscious of where he was. I did not lay any traps for her. “You see,” he said, “from my point of view you’re grown up— you’re as old as all the goddesses and the contemporary of any man alive.
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