"Take it," cried Wood, holding the infant towards her; "take it, and fly. For hours he seemed to have pleasant dreams of open skies and airplanes, but then the dreams would disintegrate into fleshy charnel house nightmares where he could hear her calling to him through a fog. Spurling, as if struck by a sudden idea. "Troth, and so did you," returned the watchman; "but I couldn't belave it.
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