” She batted his arms and slapped him, angrily twisting from his grasp. “We are, or rather we were, so much alike then that the portrait of either of us would have done for the other. "Ah, I see it all!" he cried, with a quick glance. "But we must be getting along if we are to lunch in the tower of the water-clock. ‘You usually do,’ he said lightly. She gaped at its keep, at least ten feet tall, a frightening gray coffin turned upright. Disillusion stands in one doorway of our house and Mockery in the other.
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