[It's not hard to hear that there's an echo in here (an echo in here (an echo in here)). Who's whistling and why--it hardly matters. But, really, tsk tsk, whistling after dark brings the demons out. Everybody knows that.
He slows, gliding between the rows. He could drop further and truly glide. He'll consider it. There's nothing yet to stalk, so why drop further and truly stalk with nothing to watch? What pleasure in that, save imagination? But he slows, gliding between the rows, remembering most excellent well other fields in other times and other places.]
"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."
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He slows, gliding between the rows. He could drop further and truly glide. He'll consider it. There's nothing yet to stalk, so why drop further and truly stalk with nothing to watch? What pleasure in that, save imagination? But he slows, gliding between the rows, remembering most excellent well other fields in other times and other places.]
"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."