gets chewed to pieces by the gunfire. He smacks the ground in a twitching, thrashing heap. Eyes wide and staring. Dead. Surprise still stamped on his face. Silence now. Norton turns, strolls into darkness.
him, and named him, and wrote down his thoughts on the subject.
And he began scrabbling on the ground to retrieve the contents of his suitcase with every appearance of a man eager to be gone.
`The pediment looks still too low,' he said to Anna, who had asked what was the matter.