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I Assume Then, That You Have No Real Faith In The Fondness Any Of The Rest Of Us May Feel For You?''none,' Said Mrs. Halloran.

I Was Wondering About My Eyes; One Of My Eyes--the Left--saw Everything Golden And Yellow And Orange, And The Other Eye Saw Shades Of Blue And Grey And Green; Perhaps One Eye Was For Daylight And The Other Was For Night. If Everyone In The World Saw Different Colors From Different Eyes There Might Be A Great Many New Colors Still To Be Invented.

I Was Pretending That I Did Not Speak Their Language; On The Moon We Spoke A Soft, Liquid Tongue, And Sang In The Starlight, Looking Down On The Dead Dried World.

Oh Constance, We Are So Happy.

We Moved Together Very Slowly Toward The House, Trying To Understand Its Ugliness And Ruin And Shame.