In the story, only one call was necessary."
"Well, I can't spare any more of my silken tresses. I brought a
string this time. Where's the other hair line?"
"I've used it to tether a fairy thought so that it can't fly away
from me. Draw up slowly."
"Thank you so much, and I'm so glad that you are feeling better."
"Better?"
"Yes. Better than the day before yesterday."
"Day before yesterday?"
"Bless the poor man! Much anxious waiting hath bemused his wits.
He thinks he's an echo."
"But I was all right the day before yesterday."
"You weren't. You were a prey to the most thrilling terrors. You
were a moving picture of tender masculinity in distress. You let
bashfulness like a worm i' th' bud prey upon your damask cheek.
Have you a damask cheek? Stand out! I wish to consider you
impartially. YOU needn't look at ME, you know."
"I'm not going to," he assured her, stepping forth obediently.
"Basilisk that I am!" she laughed. "How brown you are! How long
did you say you'd been here? A year?"
"Fourteen weary Voiceless months. Not on this island, you know,
but around the tropics.
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