' I went out into the woods. I wondered if Goblin, not being an angel, had to be from Hell. 'Goblin probably knows, don't you, Goblin?' she asked. 'Oh, who knows?' he said with a world-weary sigh, but his smile was brilliant.
I wished that the journey to New York had killed him. 'Make it your refuge. Don't think about it, Aunt Queen, I said as gently as I could. I'm glad that I met you.
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