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"
But
it
's
not
possible
!
"
said
another
voice
.
"
Preposterous
!
"
cried
a
third
.
For
a
crowd
was
gathering
to
witness
the
extraordinary
sight
of
Maia
returning
home
.
A
Policeman
pushed
his
way
through
the
throng
,
scattering
the
people
with
his
truncheon
.
"
Naow
,
naow
.
Wot
's
all
this
?
A
Naccident
or
wot
?
"
He
looked
up
,
his
gaze
following
that
of
the
rest
of
the
crowd
.
"
'
Ere
!
"
he
called
angrily
,
shaking
his
fist
at
Maia
.
"
Come
down
!
Wot
you
doing
up
there
?
'
Olding
up
the
traffic
and
all
.
Come
down
!
We
ca
n't
'
ave
this
kind
of
thing
--
not
in
a
public
place
.
'
Tis
n't
natural
!
"
Far
away
they
heard
Maia
laughing
and
saw
something
bright
dangling
from
her
arm
.
It
was
the
skipping-rope
.
After
all
,
the
parcel
had
come
undone
.
For
a
moment
longer
they
saw
her
prancing
up
the
airy
stair
,
and
then
a
bank
of
cloud
hid
her
from
their
eyes
They
knew
she
was
behind
it
,
though
,
because
of
the
brightness
that
shone
about
its
thick
dark
edge
.
"
Well
,
I
'm
jiggered
!
"
said
the
Policeman
,
staring
upwards
,
and
scratching
his
head
under
its
helmet
.
