Mary Cassatt Children on the Shore

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'It's gone!' he said. 'The back! Gone!'
Twoflower turned to Rincewind.
'My father used to recommend hanging from the top of a door,' he said conversationally.

Weems crept very cautiously through the scrubby, mist-laden trees. The pale damp air muffled all sounds, but he'It's circular now,' said Bethan. 'It looks like a tiny sun. I'm sure it's getting hotter, too.'
'Don't,' said Rincewind. 'As if I hadn't got enough to worry about.'
'What I don't understand,' said Cohen, who was having his back massaged, 'ish how they captured you without ush hearing it. We wouldn't have known at all if your Luggage hadn't kept jumping was certain that there had been nothing to hear for the past ten minutes. He turned around very slowly, and then allowed himself the luxury of a long, heartfelt sigh. He stepped back into the cover of the bushes.Something nudged the back of his knees, very gently. Something angular.He looked down. There seemed to be more feet down there than there ought to be.There was a short, sharp snap. The fire was a tiny dot of light in a dark landscape. The moon wasn't up yet, but the star was a lurking glow on the horizon.