Johannes Vermeer Woman with a Pearl Necklace

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Sparks crackled off his fur.
‘Come on,’ he said. ‘We’d better warn people. You’re good at that.’

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It was his leg. It was as though a half‑melted ice cube was soaking through his trousers. He tried to ignore it, but it had a definite unignorable quality.
He looked down.
‘ ‘Scuse me,’ said Gaspode.
Victor’s eyes focused. Then his eyes found themselves being dragged back to the screen, where a huge version of himself was kissing a huge version of Ginger.
There was another feeling of sticky coldness. He surfaced again.the only noise inside the Odium. Calliope had stopped playing and was staring up at the screen.Mouths hung open, and closed only to bite on handfuls of banged grains.Victor was dimly aware that he’d fought it. He’d tried to look away. Even now, a little voice in his own head was telling him that things were wrong, but he ignored it. Things were clearly right. He’d shared in the sighs as the heroine tried to preserve the old family mine in a Worlde Gonne Madde . . . He’d shuddered at the fighting in the war. He’d watched the ballroom scene in a romantic haze. He . . .. . . was aware of a cold sensation against
‘I can bite your leg if you like,’ said Gaspode.