His grip twisted her wrist. “I always shall. I'm a graybeard, an old bachelor; so I am accorded certain privileges. "It's a pump, like an organ. I thought that you were he. There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers. "I give you one minute for reflection. Life waits for us.
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