starfish-wise

Updated: May 10, 2025

"I'll think about it to-morrow," he decided. The Master, when they returned to him, had not budged from his resting-place. The fingers still lay, starfish-wise, upon the folds of that soiled homespun; his eyes still stared out of the leafy bower; his face still wore its mask of placid imbecility. The glass was empty. Slowly, as on a pivot, his head turned in the direction of the bodyguard.

Norman Douglas - South Wind