The books would be soaked and ruined in the rain anyway through the thin skin of the pack. She could hear him from the lower floor as he locked the gates and drew up the wooden part of the bridge. He drew an awed breath. “The point is we’re not toys, toys isn’t the word; we’re litter. It now came to him with an added thrill how well she had told her story; simply and directly, no skipping, no wandering hither and yon: from the first hour she could remember, to the night she had fled in the proa, a clear sustained narrative. There it is. ’ ‘When you begin to tell the truth,’ Gerald told her severely, ‘I shall be happy to believe you. He resolved to judge for himself. And don’t talk until we’re well out of earshot. How will we get there, I’d like to know? We’ve no money.
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