Caravaggio Sleeping Cupid

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Still fast asleep,’ she said.
Carey’s Fire,’ said Miss Flitworth. ‘It’s an omen.’
AN OMEN OF WHAT?
‘What? Oh, don’t ask me. Just an omen, I suppose. Just basic omenery.
Where are we going?’
INTO THE TOWN.
‘To be near the scythe?’
YES.
He disappeared into the barn. After a while he came out leading Binky, saddled and harnessed. He mounted up, then leaned down and pulled both her and the sleeping child on to the horse in front of him. IF I’M WRONG, he added, THIS HORSE WILL TAKTHAT’S NOT SLEEP.The rain had stopped, but the storm still marched around the hills. The air sizzled, still seemed oven-hot.Bill Door led the way past the henhouse, where Cyril and his elderly harem were crouched back in the darkness, all trying to occupy the same few inches of perch.There was a pale green glow hovering around the farmhouse chimney.‘We call that Mother E YOU WHEREVER YOU WANT