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           Butlikeagreatironcatapult,thehugearmshoistedthefigureupagainstthemoonandflourishedandwheeledthefragilebodyuponthestarsandletitflyoutwithacurseandarustlingwinddowntheairintotheravinetotumbleandtakeavalanchesofjunkwithherintowhitedustandcinders.

           "No!"saidDouglas,sittingthere,lookingdown."NO!"

           Thebigmantoppledontherimofthehill,gasping."YoujustthankGoditwasn’tyouIdidthatto!"Hemovedunsteadilyaway,fallingonce,gettingup,talkingtohimself,laughing,swearing,thengone.

           Douglassatontheedgeoftheravineandwept.Afteralongwhileheblewhisnose.HelookedatTom.

           "Tom,it’slate.Dad’llbeoutwalking,lookingforus.Weshould’vebeenhomeanhourago.RunbackalongWashingtonStreet,getDadandbringhimhere."

           "You’renotgoingdowninthatravine?"

           "She’scitypropertynow,onthetrashdump,andnobodycareswhathappens,notevenMr.Black.TellDadwhathe’scominghereforandhedon’thavetobeseencominghomewithmeandher.I’lltakeherthebackwayaroundandnobody’lleverknow."

           "Shewon’tbenogoodtoyounow,hermachineryallbusted."

           "Wecan’tleaveheroutintherain,don’tyousee,Tom?"

           "Sure."

           Tommovedslowlyoff.

           Douglaslethimselfdownthehill,walkinginpilesofcinderandoldpaperandtincans.Halfwaydownhestoppedandlistened.Hepeeredatthemulticoloreddimness,thegreatlandslidebelow."Mme.Tarot?"healmostwhispered."Mme.