![]() ![]() Those ancient eyes, gazing up at her from the painting, seemed to plunge her back in time, back to the lonely country road which ran between school and her grandmother's farm. And now, confronted by the creature once more, here in the pages of a book, she almost felt that the long years had never passed. She had thought about it often enough, though. What a long time ago that was! Over forty years, and in all that time she hadn't mentioned what she had seen to anyone. Still, there was no mistaking what she was looking at: the self same creature she had encountered all those years before, when she had been not much older than Peter. Not a photograph, naturally, that would have been impossible. For there on the page she had just turned was a picture of the thing itself. She was staring down at the book they had been reading together, a shocked expression on her face. The Story 'What is it, Gran?' Peter demanded, pulling urgently at her sleeve. ![]()
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