George Frederick Watts Love And Life

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Well, yes. I suppose so.’
‘Like the dead man.’
Victor was lost.
‘The dead
‘Good grief! You’re right! It does look sort of . . . dead . . . ‘
‘Prob’ly all the writing’s goin’ on about what a great guy he was when he was alive,’ said Gaspode knowledgeably. ‘You know, "Slayer of thousands" stuff. Prob’ly he left a lot of money for priests to say prayers and light candles and sacrifice goats and stuff. There used to be a lot of that sort of thing. You know, you’d get dese guys whorin’ and drinkin’ and carryin’ on regardless their man on the beach?’ ‘No. The dead man on the pages. See? Everywhere, there’s the dead man.’ Victor gave him an odd look, and then turned the book around and peered at it. ‘Where? I don’t see any dead men.’ Gaspode snorted. ‘Look, all over the page,’ he said. ‘He looks just like those tombs you get in old temples and stuff. You know? Where they do this statchoo of the stiff lyin’ on top of the tomb, with his arms crossed an’ holdin’ his sword. Dead noble.’