She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. I feel a mixture of beast and uncle. You, Anna, are one of them. ‘Very well, then. It would be swindling. Those who had seen him slumbering, averred that he slept with his eyes open. If you were a poet in need of rhymes, you had only to turn to a certain page.
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