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r arms thrown back, revealing her sharp bare elbows. The dwarf, having finished his tale, lapsed into silence but still kept turning this way and that the palm of his tiny hand, as if softly continuing to speak. His black jacket, inclined face, fleshy little nose, tawny hair, and that middle parting reaching the back of his head vaguely moved Nora's heart. As she looked at him through her lashes she tried to imagine that it was not an adult dwarf sitting there, but her nonexis tent little son in the act of telling her how his schoolmates bullied him Nora stretched her hand and stroked his head lightly—and, at that moment, by an enigmatic association of thought, she called forth something els