Vladimir Nabokov. El Elfo Patata
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She was idly tapping a fingernail against the glass of a bowl in which several goldfish that looked cut out of orange peel breathed and fin flashed when the door opened noiselessly, and Shock appeared (silk hat askew, strand of brown hair on his brow) with a little creature all screwed up in his arms.
"Brought him," said the conjuror with a sigh.
Nora thought fleetingly: Child. Lost. Found. Her dark eyes grew moist.
"Must be adopted," softly added Shock, lingering in the doorway.<