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352 pages, Paperback
First published August 1, 2014
"I got a little lost . . . I thought I'd gone under in the heaps, did for a bit. It went black for a moment, dirt in my mouth. I tasted that dirt, it was the dirt of death I think, but, in truth, Old Clod, old man, old mucker, old joker, old thing of things, I didn't fancy the taste overmuch. I spat it out, and here am I, so to speak, back on dry land, if you'll have it so, if this be solid which I'm not entirely positive, well then here I am, if you see me so, well then I must be me."
"I let out a gasp and rushed at the thing. I swung a hard thump at its head, what a wallop, and the thing fell to the ground. I'd smacked it good and proper. Hah! What a one you are, Lucy! I'd pulverise the very devil. Come on again, you thing of dark. I'll have at you again. Come closer, I order you, come on up, come another. I'm ready. But the thing, that thing in the corner, it gives out a groan. Kick it, Lucy, kick it, kick it, kick it until it stops, but then it groaned."