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Breathless

Breathless

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Autoren: Dean Koontz
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anterior and the posterior chambers of the aqueous humor must be shaped differently and must integrate in a unique fashion with the iris at the iridocorneal angle.
    As a veterinarian, she was compelled to study them more closely, but she was simultaneously restrained by amazement, by astonishment, her mind and heart equally affected. Her stomach muscles fluttered, and her hands trembled as if palsied.
    The animals shook-smelled-chewed the plush toys. The one with the duck offered it to the other, and they traded duck for bunny.
    Merlin wagged his tail, as if pleased that they seemed to like his stuff.
    A kind of wonder had overcome Cammy, akin to what she felt among the horses at High Meadows Farm. But the word
wonder
didn’t do this feeling justice. This was more profound. The right word eluded her.
    However many differences might exist between these eyes and those of other animals, only their color impressed as much as didtheir size. They were golden but not uniform in hue. Several shades played through them: from gold dust to flax, to amber. …
    “The irises don’t appear to be striated,” she said.
    From the arm of the chair on which he now perched, Grady said, “Appear to be what?”
    “Striated. The light and dark crossbands of muscle fiber—the striae—that radiate from the center of the iris and give texture to it. Sometimes the way light plays in light-colored eyes, they seem to be cut like jewels, to sparkle.”
    “Sure. Okay. Striated.”
    “But these aren’t. There’s a wholly different texture. I’d sure like to look at their eyes with my ophthalmoscope.”
    “I think they might let you.”
    She raised her hands to show him how she trembled.
    He said, “You’re not afraid of them, are you?”
    “No. No, they seem docile. It’s just … just what they might mean. My God.”
    “What? What’re you thinking?”
    “I’m not thinking anything.”
    “You’re thinking something.”
    “No. I don’t
know
. But they sure as hell mean
something.”
    “I told you they were something. But I thought you’d have some idea what.”
    “I don’t. I don’t know what.”
    “I thought you’d at least have a theory.”
    “I do medicine. I don’t do theory.”
    He said, “I’m gonna turn off the lights. Wait till you see their eyes in the dark.”
    The creature with the purple bunny found the squeaker in it.
    “Wait,” Cammy said as Grady moved toward the light switch.
    “Wait for what?”
    Squeak, squeak
.
    In case the squeaking meant a play session was imminent, Merlin got to his feet.
    “Their forepaws,” Cammy said. “I didn’t notice till now. I was so taken with their eyes, I didn’t notice their forepaws.”
    “What about them?”
    Squeak, squeak, squeak
.
    Cammy’s knees still felt loose, her legs shaky, but nervous energy brought her to her feet. “They aren’t paws. They’re hands.”
    “Yeah,” Grady said. “Like monkeys.”
    Her hands were suddenly damp. She blotted them on her jeans as she said, “No. No, no, no. Not like monkeys.”

Twenty-seven

A s a man of impeccable personal hygiene, Henry Rouvroy longed to take a bath. His activities since arriving at the farm had caused him to break into a sweat more than once.
    He would be forced to costume himself as a rustic for the next few years, to pass as Jim. But he refused to be reduced to one of the Great Unwashed, either intellectually or physically.
    With his tormentor on the prowl, however, he dared not be naked and vulnerable. The noise of the bathroom shower would leave him deaf to an enemy’s approach.
    The most he could do was wash his hands. As he quickly filled the sink with hot water, he rolled up his shirtsleeves.
    From the soap arose a cheap scent, a poor imitation of the fragrance of roses. The lather was not as rich as that of the fine soaps to which he was accustomed. In fact, it felt like slime.
    When Henry stocked the cellar for the possibility of society’s collapse, he would have to lay in a good supply of the right soaps. Nodoubt their shampoo, hair conditioner, toothpaste, and various toiletries were also purchased because of price and were inadequate.
    The condition of his fingernails distressed him. Unspeakable grime was embedded under every one.
    How could he have eaten dinner with such filth under his nails? Perhaps, like a malign fog that begins as wisps of mist, the rural way of thinking crept into a newcomer’s mind without his awareness. One day you neglected to clean under your

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