On the carpet lay a pattern of markers, pebbles, an iron ring - junk. A random pattern. A crumpled sheet of paper blew towards Paradine. He picked it up automatically. (Lewis Padgett)

On the carpet lay a pattern of markers, pebbles, an iron ring - junk. A random pattern. A crumpled sheet of paper blew towards Paradine. He picked it up automatically.

Lewis Padgett

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