‘I want a word with you, my lad. It was below consciousness, elusive; so he sent out a call to his friend, defensively. The gong will go at seven-thirty. Anna passed serenely out. Meet me. . Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. But I wanted to find out more, partly so I could share it with him. It comes over the mountains, Anna, pink darkening into orange red, everywhere a wonderful cloud sea, scintillating with colour.
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