Archimbaux

Archimbaux was on the other side of the pane of frosted glass; he pressed his face and his fingers against it, so that she could see the outline of him. He seemed to vibrate, but did not. It was only that the length and thickness of the hairs upon his head kept changing, and the number of the fingers on his hands.

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