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I must just stand still, she thoughtThe lights will come on again in a few seconds, they always doBut she thought of Poppy alone in the blackness, and her legs went weakWhen she didn't bump into anything, she took another step, and the fingers of her right hand crumpled against something hardThe wall of a building, she thoughtKeeping her hand against it, she turned left a little and took another step forwardThen suddenly her hand touched empty airThis 78 would be Dedlock StreetOr had she passed Dedlock Street already? She couldn't keep the picture of the streets dear in her mindThe darkness seemed to fill not just the city around her but the inside of her head as wellHeart pounding, omega seamaster gold she waitedCome back, lights, she pleadedShe wanted to call out I to Poppy, to tell her to stand still, not to be afraid, she would come for her soonBut the darkness pressed against her and she couldn't summon her voiceShe could hardly breatheShe wanted to claw the darkness away from her eyes, as if it were someone's handsSmall sounds came from here and there around her--a whimpering, a shufflingIn the distance someone called out incoherentlyHow many minutes had gone by? The longest blackout ever had been three minutes and fourteen secondsSurely this was longerShe could have endured it if she'd been on her ownIt was the thought of Poppy, lost, that she couldn't stand--and lost because she had been chanel pearl necklace paying more attention to a box of pencilsOh, she'd been selfish and greedy, and now she was so, so sorry! She made herself take another step forwardBut then she thought, What if I'm going away from Poppy? She began to tremble, and she felt the sinking and dissolving inside her that meant she was going to cryHer legs gave way like wet paper and she slid down until 79 she was sitting on the street, with her head on her kneesTrembling, her mind a wordless whirl of dread, she waited An endless time went byA moan came from somewhere to the leftA door slammed closedFootsteps started, then stoppedInto Lina's mind floated the beginning of the worst question: What if the lights never ? She squeezed china mulberry her arms around her knees and made the question stopLights come back, she said to herselfLights come back, come back And suddenly they didThere was the street again, and people looking upward with their mouths hanging openAll around, people started crying or wailing or grinning in reliefThen all at once everyone started to hurry, moving fast toward the safety of home in case it should happen again Lina ran toward Greengate Square, stopping everyone she passed"Did you see a little girl walking by herself just before the lights went out?" she asked"Green jacket with a hood?" But no one wanted to listen to her On the Bee Street side of the square stood a few people all talking at once and waving fendi b their armsLina ran up to them and asked her question They stopped talking and stared at her"How could we have seen anyone? The lights were out," said Nammy Proggs, a tiny old woman whose back 80 was so bent that she had to twist her head sideways to look up Lina said, "No, she wandered away before the lights went outShe may have come this direction "You have to keep your eye on a baby," Nammy Proggs scolded "Babies need watching," said one of the women who'd been singing with the Believers But someone else said, "Oh, a toddler? Green jacket?" and he walked over to an open shop door and called, "You have that baby in there?" and through the door came someone leading Poppy by the tiffany cross ha

Doon managed to get to his feetHe hauled on the rope that held the boat to the bank until he was close enough to reach the knotWater splashed into his faceHe yanked at the knot, loosened it, pulled the rope free--and the boat shot forward 237 CHAPTER 18 Where the River Goes For a second, Lina saw the banks of the river streak byAhead was the opening of the tunnel, like an enormous mouthThey plunged into it and left the light of the Pipeworks behindIn complete darkness, the boat pitched and rolled, and Lina, in the bottom of it, banged from side to side, gripping Poppy with one arm and grabbing with the other hand for anything to hold on toDoon slid into her, and she slid vintage tank watch into the boxesPoppy was shrieking wildly"Doon!" Lina shouted, and he shouted back, "Hold on! Hold on!" But she kept losing her grip on the edge of the boat and being flung sidewaysShe was terrified that Poppy would slam into the metal bench, or be torn from her arms and tossed into the riverThe boat hit something and shuddered, then raced onIt felt like being swallowed, this rushing 238 through the dark, with the river roaring like a thouIsand voicesLina's legs were tangled with Doon's, and Poppy's arms were so tight around her neck that she could hardly breatheBut it was the dark that was most terrible--going so fast into the darkIf they were going to smash into a wall or plunge into a cartier santos 100 bottomless hole, there was nothing she could do about itAll she could do was hold tight to PoppyShe did that, for what seemed a long timeAnd then at last the current slowed, and the boat stopped thrashing about so wildlyLina managed to sit up, and she felt Doon moving, tooPoppy's shrieks turned to whimpersThe darkness was still complete, but Lina sensed space above and around herWhere were they? She had to see"Are you all right? Can you find us a candle?" "I'll try," Doon saidShe felt him scramble past her to the back of the boat, and she heard a scrape as he pulled a box out from its place under the bench"Can't find the latch!" Doon saidThen a second later, "There, I've got itThis is the le dix balenciaga matches, so this one must be candles More scraping and bangingThe boat lurched, Lina slid forwardDoon slid, too, and slammed into her backHe gave a yell of rage 239 "Dropped the match! Hold on, I almost had it Long seconds of scrambling and clatteringThen a light flared up, and Doon's shadowed face appeared above itHe touched the match to a candle, and the light grew steadier It was only a small flame, but it cast glints of light on the tunnel walls and the silky surface of the waterThe tunnel had an arched ceiling, Lina saw, like the tunnels of the Pipeworks, but it was much wider than those tunnelsThe river ran through it like a moving road "Can you light another?" Lina see by chloe bags askedDoon nodded and turned back to the boxes, but once again the boat struck something, causing a spray of water to slap into them and put the candle out It was several minutes before Doon managed to light it again, and more before he finally had two burning at onceHe jammed one of them into a space between the bench and the side of the boat, and he held the other in his handHis hair was flattened against his forehead, and drippingHis brown jacket was torn at the shoulder"That's better," he saidIt was better--not only did they have light to see by, but the current was slower, and the boat sailed more smoothlyLina was able to unwrap Poppy from her neck and look aroundAhead she could see that the tunnel d

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