Salvador Dali Argus

Salvador Dali ArgusJohannes Vermeer The Little StreetJohannes Vermeer Mistress and MaidUnknown Artist Vanitas Still Life
sensed unseen figures in the reeking air, and heard the silence of murmured conversations suddenly cur-tailed. At one point he thought he saw a bowl of red hot stones, and then a shadowy hand moved across them and upturned a ladle, hiding them in steam.
This can’t be inside the Long Man, he told himself.
That’s an earthworks, this is a long tent of skins.
They can’t both be the same thing.
He realized he was dripping with sweat.
Two torches became visible as the steam swirled, their light hardly more than a red tint to the darkness. But they were enough to show a huge sprawled figure lying by another bowl of hot stones.
It looked up. Antlers moved in the damp, clinging heat.
“Ah. Mrs. Ogg.”
The voice was like chocolate.
“Y’lordship,” , do you possibly think you are going to get out?” said the slumped one.
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“Because I have iron,” said Nanny, her voice