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Suppose we make our home here? 'I was going to propose the same thing, answered Calladon. 'And I have been thinking, Callia, that perhaps this is the real Abra that we are in now. For what can be better than what we like best?
As to doing anything that the Master had warned them against, they really had not had time so much as to think of such a thing. But night came at last, and they found themselves getting sleepy. Before going to bed, Calladon said 'By the way, Callia, have you got a mirror round your neck? 'Do you mean this pretty little thing, set in precious stones? Shall I give it to you, dearest Calladon?
'It is very strange, however, he said; 'for though I can remember living here for a long time and not seeing you, still I cannot imagine your ever having been away from me. We seem always to have been together. 'So we have, replied Callia; 'and we will always stay together, won't we? 'Indeed we will, said Calladon; 'so now give me a kiss, and let us have our breakfast.
After this had gone on for some time, however, Callia suddenly gave a shriek. 'What is the matter? asked Calladon. 'The snake! the snake! cried Callia. 'It is winding itself all round me! 'And round me too! screamed Calladon. 'Oh, what shall we do? In fact, the mud with which they had covered themselves had become alive, and was coiling itself tightly about them in the form of serpents.
Then there was silence. Save for the wavering flame of their little lamp they were in darkness. 'What have you done, Callia? said Calladon. 'It is your doing as much as mine, she answered. 'Well, I suppose we must make the best of it. At any rate, it is not so cold here as it was in the other room. 'No, and there is not that terrible light to dazzle our eyes.
Scarcely had the tall man uttered these awful words, than Calladon saw Callia suddenly vanish from his side; and at the same moment he felt the heavy stroke of the whip across his shoulders, and heard the stern voice bidding him work.
'It makes me seem like a hideous little deformed dwarf, with a hump on my back, and one shoulder higher than the other, and a hateful face all covered with sores and bruises. If I look like that, I must be more horrible than anything we are likely to see here. 'The mirror tells lies, that is all, replied Callia, scornfully. 'If I were you, I would not look in it again.
Glancing at Callia, who was lying with her eyes still half closed, his eye caught the sparkle of the mirror round her neck, and he took a peep into it. It seemed to him that his cheeks looked pale, and his eyes dull. 'Callia! he exclaimed, 'Callia! wake up, and tell me how I look. 'You look just the same, answered she, opening her eyes and sitting up.
'Now that I look in your eyes, it seems as if I must have always known you! said Calladon. 'And I know you the same way, said Callia. 'But how did you get here? he asked. 'What a funny question! as if I had ever been anywhere else!
Don't you think it would be a good thing if we were to smear ourselves all over with it, and then hang some of those lovely weeds round our necks? Callia was delighted with this idea, and the two forthwith sat themselves down in the softest mud-heap they could find, and began to cover themselves with mud very diligently.
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