“She’s been up to no good, Sheila. Her eye met his four inches away, and his was glaring, immense, and full of resolution, a stupendous monster of an eye. The Widgett mental furniture was perhaps worn and shabby, but there it was before you, undisguised, fading visibly in an almost pitiless sunlight.
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