“Then you—you will?”
A long pause. "
Blueskin, meanwhile, having drained and replenished his glass, commenced
chaunting a snatch of a ballad:—
Once on a time, as I've heard tell. Her pat answer to all inquiries was,
“I let my sister Shari make me over,” while she kept from
staring at her own reflection in the shiny shoes past her
bare knees. “Tut, tut!” he said. At times I swear I’ve never met a more
jaded fifteen-year-old, and your lie about being sixteen
didn’t get by me for one second, believe it. “You cannot say that you did not expect me,” he answered. A cup of lies. Of course, it was ridiculous, this
inclination to assist the fugitive, based as it was upon an intangible university
idea. For in life there is but one hour: an epic or an idyll: all other hours lead up
to and down from it. “What he had was altogether
insufficient.
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