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hinge on the side of the gate.
fcy1229 发表于 2011/12/16 15:08:00
         Richard picked up the uggs discount spear, and then, awkwardly, using the spear to lean on, he pulled himself up to a standing position. "You want her to come with us?" he asked, puzzled.
         "Would you prefer her behind us?" asked the marquis, drily.
         "You could kill her," said Richard.
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         "Sometimes," said the marquis de Carabas. And they went down.
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         They walked for hours in silence, following the winding stone road downwards. Richard was still in pain; he was limping, and experiencing a strange mental and physical turmoil: feelings of defeat and betrayal roiled within him, which, combined with the near loss of his life to Lamia, the damage inflicted by Mr. Vandemar, and his experiences on the plank far above, cheap uggs online left him utterly wrecked. Yet, he was certain that his experiences of the last day paled into something small and insignificant when placed beside whatever the marquis had experienced. So he said nothing.
         The marquis kept silent, as every word he uttered hurt his throat. He was content to let it heal, and to concentrate on Hunter. He knew that, should he let his attention flag for even a moment, she would know ugg boots on sale it, and she would be away, or she would turn on them. So he said nothing.
         Hunter walked a little ahead of them. She, also, said nothing.
         After some hours, they reached the bottom of Down Street. The street ended in a vast Cyclopean gateway--built of enormous rough stone blocks. _Giants built that gate,_ thought Richard, half-remembered tales of long-dead kings of mythical London churning in his head, tales of King Bran and ugg discount of the giants Gog and Magog, with hands the size of oak trees, and severed heads as big as hills. The portal itself had long since rusted and crumbled away. Fragments of it could be seen in the mud beneath their feet, dangling uselessly from a rusted hinge on the side of the gate. The hinge was taller than Richard.

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