Blue haze had settled beyond the black silhouettes of trees, graduating to the deep violet that began the night sky. ’ ‘I am not the imbecile you take me for,’ Gerald said with dangerous calm. They are our food, Lucia, nothing more. You don’t want to look like Bozo. "I have something further to tell you," pursued Winifred. That is not reasonable. It was as if she had come upon the beautiful marble façade of a fairy palace, was invited to enter, and behind the door—nothing. "I'll run and bring him back.
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