SEVENTEEN - OIL AND LACQUER
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Atal, she called. Quick! Come back!
Atal turned and wheeled back.
Let me take a little oil, Mary said, just enougo put on the lacquer.
Atal ced one of t substance.
tes togeto spread t once more.
And ograms . Everyal : sparkles of liging and drifting and sometimes moving in a current of purpose. Among it all rees; but . It didnt obscure t made them clearer.
I didnt kno iful, Mary said to Atal.
is, is strange to t you couldnt see it. Look at ttle one...
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Mary looked at . Atal’s tone range: