“The cow is there,” said Ansell, lighting a match and holding it out over the carpet. No one spoke. He waited till the end of the match fell off. Then he said again, “She is there, the cow. There, now.” “I have proved to myself that she isn’t,” said the voice. “The cow is _not_ there.” Ansell frowned and lit another match.…
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