“Here we are,” he said, “shining through each other like light through a stained-glass window. He heard the panting of the donkey-engine, then the slithering of the anchor chains. “The point is we’re not toys, toys isn’t the word; we’re litter. I did not reckon upon—him. That he’s come here at all shows he’ll stop at nothing.
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