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"
Of
course
.
The
lovely
Laura
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
should
have
recognized
you
.
He
had
several
photographs
of
you
up
above
his
bed
,
in
the
cell
that
once
we
shared
.
And
,
if
you
don
’
t
mind
my
saying
so
,
you
are
looking
lovelier
than
you
have
any
right
to
look
.
Shouldn
’
t
you
be
further
along
on
the
whole
road
-
to
-
rot
-
and
-
ruin
business
by
now
?
"
"
I
was
,
"
she
said
simply
.
"
I
was
much
further
along
.
I
’
m
not
sure
what
changed
.
I
know
when
I
started
feeling
better
.
It
was
this
morning
.
Those
women
,
in
the
farm
,
they
gave
me
water
from
their
well
.
"
An
eyebrow
raised
.
"
Urd
’
s
Well
?
Surely
not
.
"
She
pointed
to
herself
.
Her
skin
was
pale
,
and
her
eye
-
sockets
were
dark
,
but
she
was
manifestly
whole
:
if
she
was
indeed
a
walking
corpse
,
she
was
freshly
dead
.
"
It
won
’
t
last
,
"
said
Mr
.
World
.
"
The
Norns
gave
you
a
little
taste
of
the
past
.
It
will
dissolve
into
the
present
soon
enough
,
and
then
those
pretty
blue
eyes
will
roll
out
of
their
sockets
and
ooze
down
those
pretty
cheeks
,
which
will
,
by
then
,
of
course
,
no
longer
be
so
pretty
.
By
the
way
,
you
have
my
stick
.
Can
I
have
it
,
please
?
"
He
pulled
out
a
pack
of
Lucky
Strikes
,
took
a
cigarette
,
lit
it
with
a
disposable
black
Bic
.
She
said
,
"
Can
I
have
one
of
those
?
"
"
Sure
.
I
’
ll
give
you
a
cigarette
if
you
give
me
my
stick
.
"
"
No
,
"
she
said
.
"
If
you
want
it
,
it
’
s
worth
more
than
just
a
cigarette
.
"
He
said
nothing
.
