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175 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1957
He stood up and held out his hand to her. “Come along. There’s a nice, good girlie. Well have a lovely time, won’t we?”
The young moon shone like a pale ghost in the sky. He was lit with an unearthly radiance. She saw his hoof, his horns, the sad, beautiful face of a fallen angel. She was not in the least afraid. “I’ll come,” she said. “I promised I’d come, didn’t I, to see your bird.”
He (the policeman) also saw, fingering his bristles on his chin, that she was not really interested in him, nor in what he had to say to her. She was absorbed in a world of new discoveries: that other people are not to be relied upon; that promises can be broken; loyalty abandoned; the world that is also childhood’s end.