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"Tell me," she said, and young Redwood, tremulous and excited, set himself to tell her-it was poor and broken telling for a time-of the Food of the Gods and the giant children who were scattered over the world.
You must figure them both, flushed and startled in their bearing; getting at one another's meaning through endless half-heard, half-spok