Nicolas De Stael Fiesole 1953

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the Grand Junction Canal. You keep out of sight, child. I don't want to see you topside. There's trouble."
She sliced a couple of rashers of bacon into the frying pan, and cracked an egg to go with them.
"What sort of trouble?"
"Nothing weHe poured some a tin cup and sat down. He was a powerful, dark-faced man, and now that she could see him in daylight, Lyra saw a sad grimness in his expression.
"Right," he said. "Now you tell us what you was doing in London, Lyra. We had you down as being took by the Gobblers." can't cope with, if you stay out the way."And she wouldn't say any more till Lyra had eaten. The boat slowed at one point, and something banged against the side, and she heard men's voices raised in anger; but then someone's joke made them laugh, and the voices drew away and the boat moved on.Presently Tony Costa swung down into the cabin. Like his mother, he was pearled with damp, and he shook his woollen hat over the stove to make the drops jump and spit."What we going to tell her, Ma?""Ask first, tell after."