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"
How
absurd
;
a
giant
,
a
misshapen
giant
.
"
"
Somehow
"
—
she
tried
the
words
—
"
he
looked
all
right
.
In
spite
of
being
tall
.
And
he
had
—
oh
,
I
know
you
’
ll
think
it
silly
—
he
had
blue
eyes
!
"
"
Blue
eyes
!
Gods
!
"
cried
Mr
.
K
.
"
What
’
ll
you
dream
next
?
I
suppose
he
had
black
hair
?
"
"
How
did
you
guess
?
"
She
was
excited
.
"
I
picked
the
most
unlikely
color
,
"
he
replied
coldly
.
"
Well
,
black
it
was
!
"
she
cried
.
"
And
he
had
a
very
white
skin
;
oh
,
he
was
most
unusual
!
He
was
dressed
in
a
strange
uniform
and
he
came
down
out
of
the
sky
and
spoke
pleasantly
to
me
.
"
She
smiled
.
"
Out
of
the
sky
;
what
nonsense
!
"
"
He
came
in
a
metal
thing
that
glittered
in
the
sun
,
"
she
remembered
.
She
closed
her
eyes
to
shape
it
again
.
"
I
dreamed
there
was
the
sky
and
something
sparkled
like
a
coin
thrown
into
the
air
,
and
suddenly
it
grew
large
and
fell
down
softly
to
land
,
a
long
silver
craft
,
round
and
alien
.
And
a
door
opened
in
the
side
of
the
silver
object
and
this
tall
man
stepped
out
.
"
"
If
you
worked
harder
you
wouldn
’
t
have
these
silly
dreams
.
"
"
I
rather
enjoyed
it
,
"
she
replied
,
lying
back
.
"
I
never
suspected
myself
of
such
an
imagination
.
Black
hair
,
blue
eyes
,
and
white
skin
!
What
a
strange
man
,
and
yet
—
quite
handsome
.
"
