It took until late afternoon to move the statue the distance from the shop to the foot of the steps leading up to the plaza.
Again she tormented herself with the question: how could she have held such a deep, instinctive rapport with a man who wished her harm. He kept his eyes on a narrow asphalt road that passed between seemingly endless rows of quonset huts.
He struggled to improve his command of the language and kept his eyes open for the minutiae of anglonian manners. Because his legs and thighs gave, he sank to the floor, sprawled on one side, kicking a little and trembling a lot.