A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand. He let go of the girl’s arm. The petals have fallen—the red petals we loved so. ‘You! Have you pen and paper?’ ‘Pen and paper now, is it?’ grumbled the old man as he shuffled down the hall. He walked across the Park and called upon his sister. She caught the fact that it was something more than strong drink that laid you out. Until she had left her island, what she heard and what she saw were truths.
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