She cried as he watched, frozen to the ground. “You pushed the wheel from my hand. Thankfully, he seemed pleased the moment he saw her face, which her mother had made her wash for weeks with the pulp of apples, orange water, and 21 extract of borage among other things. Even the chattering monkeys, parrots, and parrakeets departed the fruit groves for the smelly dark of the jungle. He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative.
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