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habitat. And as he looked closely, something odd struck him. He pit his head right down to the ground and peered. There was a long pause. He sat back heavily.

“Yes,” he said, “I see what’s wrong with your feet. They don’t touch the ground.”

“So. . . so what do you think. . . ?”

Arthur looked up at her quickly and saw the deep apprehension making her eyes suddenly dark. She bit her lip and was trembling.

“What do. . . ” she stammered. “Are you. . . ?” She shook the hair forwards over her eyes that were filling with dark fearful tears. He stood up quickly, put his arms around her and gave her a single kiss.

“Perhaps you can do what I can do,” he said, and walked straight out of her upstairs front door.

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