He heard the door close; and in a little while he fell into a doze; and there came a dream filled with broken pictures, each one of which the girl dominated. “The Holy Ghost! The Pope! My mother!” She squealed. After a long fifteen seconds, she pulled her head back into the seat, looking at his face from the close angle, his nose huge and out of perspective, his eyes like round blue pearls. And not a worthy tome in sight. From now on, you’re going to listen to me for a change.
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