Book1:TeDream-Maker (第8/30页)

ilspeekingfromthesilvershoesmesmerizedhimandkindledfmesofprimitivelustfromwithinhimlikelightedmatchesthrownintoabarrelofgasoline．

    "MayIhelpyou?"avoicecoldly．Itwasthestoremanageringtodrivehimaway．

    "Nowayyouhelpme”mumbledDimitriandpushedhiscartaway，thinkingmeanwhileabout"morematerialfortonight"．

    Heimmediatelyydowntosleepafterhisdinnerandinnotimeheseemedtoseeanobscuremoonintheskyshiningonawindingmountainpath．Ashlitteringformsuddenlyemergedfromthewoodsarouhandstartedwalkingtowardsadarkaesehousefurtheron．Itwasafreakish，ugly-lookingpygmywearingtheeborateesofthegDynasty．Hishatandcoatweremadeofmaterialwovenwithgoldthreadandwereshininginthem