The supposed Evreemonde descends, and the seamstress is lifted out next after him. He has not relinquished her patient hand in getting out, but still holds it as he promised. He gently places her with her back to the crashing engine that constantly whirrs up and falls, and she looks into his face and thanks him.
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'It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known."
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random musings for the insomniac set
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