Steeples toppled, and towers reeled beneath its
fury. But some day she would
find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would
be flurries of snow blowing into her face. Maggot. This is also the ragged edge of the world, too. ’
‘You’re incorrigible,’ scolded Hilary, beginning to follow. What a pity! But why?
There was no way over this puzzle, nor under it, nor around it: that men should
drink, knowing the inevitable payment. And
when she learned that she had been doubly cheated, what then? His thoughts
began to fall on her side of the scales, and his own misery grew lighter as he
anticipated hers. She had first picked up the fiddle back when
it was still called a viol, that was how long she had been at
it. I want to talk to Mr. ”
“You’ll get them,” he said. Black blood and white bone flew into the corners of
the crypt, slathering the dead faces of the corpses left
piled in the corner. “I
said that at the Zoo, and I mean it. Good night.
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