” Lucy blinked from the winter sunlight and reached behind herself to yank at her hood. Every one has to make a deal with the world. She listened, her suspicions confirmed. The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. And through all these defences and into Old Palace Yard, into the very vitals of the defenders’ position, lumbered the unsuspected vans. ” “Tell me more.
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