Nicolas De Stael Agrigente 1953

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never used. All the wasted chances.
How lucky for me, he thought gloomily, that I happen to be alive at this time.
Ginger turned over in her sleep. At least her breathing was more regular now.
‘Come on,’ said Gaspode. ‘It’s not right, you being alone in a lady’s boodwah.’
‘I’m not alone,’ Victor said. ‘She’s with me.’
‘That’s the point,’ said Gaspode.
‘Woof,’ sort this out once and for all,’ he said.
‘No, we won’t,’ said Gaspode. ‘The reason being, tomorrow we’re goin’ to Ankh-Morpork, remember?’
‘We?’ said Victor. ‘Ginger and I are going. I didn’t know about you.’
‘Laddie goin’, too,’ said Gaspode. ‘I-’ Laddie added, loyally. ‘You know,’ said Victor, following the dogs down the stairs, ‘I’m beginning to feel there’s something wrong here. There’s something going on and I don’t know what it is. Why was she trying to get into the hill?’ ‘Prob’ly in league with dread Powers,’ said Gaspode. ‘The city and the hill and the old book and everything,’ said Victor, ignoring this. ‘It all makes sense if only I knew what was connecting it.’ He stepped out into the early evening, into the lights and noise of Holy Wood. ‘Tomorrow we’ll go up there in the daylight and