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He watched her, savoring her curious attention. " "I'm no reader of riddles," said Jonathan. It’s the poor dears who do, who know they will, know they can’t keep it up, who need to clutch at way-side flowers. My agent is here, and he has brought his contract for me to sign. I suppose the phrase—the word—originally meant a man who searched for food on the beach. I cannot let you go. The little streaks upon the germinating area of an egg, the nervous movements of an impatient horse, the trick of a calculating boy, the senses of a fish, the fungus at the root of a garden flower, and the slime upon a sea-wet rock—ten thousand such things bear their witness and are illuminated.
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