ot;Me, go o my flat, my onigomorro o  better. tions in my isfy ties and ansions; Ill , and let rate on rong boy...But Ill  got a job anymore, and not muc be surprised if ter me... I can talk to about all t;

    t streets, past a square too darkness, past a little cafe ood on t, and out onto a broad boulevard rees in ter.

    quot;t; said Mary.

    t seen in t suburban road in Oxford opened  o letting  and move ly in the window vanished.

    quot;tll surprise t time t; she said.

    It ention to go into ill and Marys Oxford and surning o be careful  streets of Cittagazze. On t a o a great ico as brilliant as icing sugar under the moon.

    quot;old me t; Mary said, quot;you said you could teaco see ime...I wis;

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    Serafina taugo do noo t. So o aneously slipping into trancelike open dreaming in rance, just as you o look in tions at once to see tures among ts.

    And just as it  pictures, s it.

    quot;A; so steady  a bird: glossy black,  as Serafina ,  or tcly cocked, for all though he was amused.

    But s ration slipped, and he van