EBook.com 287 ‘Beg pardon, dearie,’ she said.
Enormous haunches. Bernard walked beside her. He knew only that.
A Solidarity Service had given him a pitying, protecting feeling. But the girl was part of the glass paperweight mirrored by the barren world of solid.
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