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Show -112 I spoke reasonably. "That man there must have weighed three hundred pounds when he was alive." "It is, it is!" Jacob said. My phlegmatic brother was sometimes easily panicked. Today I could forgive him-this dead man was a dreadful sight and even the idea he might have been Adam was enough to make me dizzy. The divers swam with him slowly toward the boat; the ruined face swung our way. The eyes were gone, the nose eaten away; dark passages now opened directly to the mysteries of the interior. A mossy black beard coincidentally much like Adam.'s covered the chin; long hair trailed like a clump of waterweeds. I saw a sudden boiling of water at the nosehole and for a second I thought the dead man had breathed, then two small silvery fishes sprang out one after the other and slipped down his cheek Morgan's stomach growled loudly and she turned away, molding a hand over her mouth. Jacob tightened his grip m my arm; his face was blotchy red. "It is him." His voice climbed higher; he was demanding omething from me. "Does that look anything like our father? This isn't he time to lose our heads; let's be logical. Adam's some-lere else; more than likely he's laughing at us. Look how * this man is." Jacob spoke in his new high voice. "Don't you know how |
