Vladimir Nabokov. El Elfo Patata
"Bad luck, old boy," sighed the conjuror, picking him up from the floor. He palpated with translucent fingers the dwarfs round forehead and added, "I told you not to butt in. Now you got it. A dwarf woman is what you need."
Fred, his eyes bulging, said nothing.
"You'll sleep at my place tonight," decided Shock, and carried the Potato Elf toward the exit.
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There existed also a Mrs. Shock.
She was a lady of uncertain age, with dark eyes which had a yellowish tinge around the iris. Her skinny frame, parchment complexion, lifeless black hair,