From time to time the man below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a harpist, only to recover them instantly. Captain Roding strode into the parlour. “How are ya, buddy? Good job at the concert. Wood, who was standing at the edge of a raised platform, anxiously waving his hand to him. It isn’t pretty, but we’re made so.
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