Cullen had paused at the crest of the lower hill. Before they could speak a word, a vast shining shape, big as the prow of a submarine, rosefrom the water beside the floating leaf. And I feel something, too--it is tapping in mychest. There are no words.
We should go back to the river. The ice was growing a little thinner on thecavern walls here, the air a bit warmer. He reached into the coat lyingat his feet, muscles rippling, and rooted in the pocket for a cigarette. Renie wanted to cry, but would not indulge herself.
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