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     "Yes," said Arthur.
Because he finally understood:  the only thing he had left in the world, the

gasped, grabbed  his  head, crouched,  and fell  into the dry grass. Redrick
harder  with his elbow and his knees. just get  there,  just a  little more,
very thought, which was  irrational and unnatural, of  laying a path between

only  thing he lived for in the last few months  was  the hope of a miracle.
the pain, crawled on top of him, touching the leather jacket with his burned
but  confidence in a miracle --filled him to the brim,  and he was amazed at
hills. He looked at the  map. There was an X  there, and it said "Whip" next

thought. Maybe,  somehow,  it  will  work out.  After all,  I'm not  Buzzard
stood as though he had been planted, he did not even turn around.
