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“
Come
up
,
Diamond
,
”
it
said
.
“
It
’
s
all
ready
.
I
’
m
waiting
for
you
.
”
He
looked
out
of
the
bed
,
and
saw
a
gigantic
,
powerful
,
but
most
lovely
arm
—
with
a
hand
whose
fingers
were
nothing
the
less
ladylike
that
they
could
have
strangled
a
boa
-
constrictor
,
or
choked
a
tigress
off
its
prey
—
stretched
down
through
a
big
hole
in
the
roof
.
Without
a
moment
’
s
hesitation
he
reached
out
his
tiny
one
,
and
laid
it
in
the
grand
palm
before
him
.
THE
hand
felt
its
way
up
his
arm
,
and
,
grasping
it
gently
and
strongly
above
the
elbow
,
lifted
Diamond
from
the
bed
.
The
moment
he
was
through
the
hole
in
the
roof
,
all
the
winds
of
heaven
seemed
to
lay
hold
upon
him
,
and
buffet
him
hither
and
thither
.
His
hair
blew
one
way
,
his
night
-
gown
another
,
his
legs
threatened
to
float
from
under
him
,
and
his
head
to
grow
dizzy
with
the
swiftness
of
the
invisible
assailant
.
Cowering
,
he
clung
with
the
other
hand
to
the
huge
hand
which
held
his
arm
,
and
fear
invaded
his
heart
.
“
Oh
,
North
Wind
!
”
he
murmured
,
but
the
words
vanished
from
his
lips
as
he
had
seen
the
soap
-
bubbles
that
burst
too
soon
vanish
from
the
mouth
of
his
pipe
.
The
wind
caught
them
,
and
they
were
nowhere
.
They
couldn
’
t
get
out
at
all
,
but
were
torn
away
and
strangled
.
And
yet
North
Wind
heard
them
,
and
in
her
answer
it
seemed
to
Diamond
that
just
because
she
was
so
big
and
could
not
help
it
,
and
just
because
her
ear
and
her
mouth
must
seem
to
him
so
dreadfully
far
away
,
she
spoke
to
him
more
tenderly
and
graciously
than
ever
before
.
Her
voice
was
like
the
bass
of
a
deep
organ
,
without
the
groan
in
it
;
like
the
most
delicate
of
violin
tones
without
the
wail
in
it
;
like
the
most
glorious
of
trumpet
-
ejaculations
without
the
defiance
in
it
;
like
the
sound
of
falling
water
without
the
clatter
and
clash
in
it
:
it
was
like
all
of
them
and
neither
of
them
—
all
of
them
without
their
faults
,
each
of
them
without
its
peculiarity
:
after
all
,
it
was
more
like
his
mother
’
s
voice
than
anything
else
in
the
world
.
“
Diamond
,
dear
,
”
she
said
,
“
be
a
man
.
What
is
fearful
to
you
is
not
the
least
fearful
to
me
.
”
“
But
it
can
’
t
hurt
you
,
”
murmured
Diamond
,
“
for
you
’
re
it
.
”
“
Then
if
I
’
m
it
,
and
have
you
in
my
arms
,
how
can
it
hurt
you
?
”
“
Oh
yes
!
I
see
,
”
whispered
Diamond
.
“
But
it
looks
so
dreadful
,
and
it
pushes
me
about
so
.
”
“
Yes
,
it
does
,
my
dear
.
That
is
what
it
was
sent
for
.
”
