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When
he
had
come
past
them
and
through
the
gate
,
that
lion
had
been
on
the
right
and
he
was
quite
sure
its
tail
had
been
curled
around
it
.
They
were
no
longer
protecting
the
path
;
they
were
blocking
it
.
Jack
put
his
hand
suddenly
over
his
eyes
and
then
took
it
away
.
The
picture
didn
’
t
change
.
A
soft
sigh
,
too
quiet
to
be
a
groan
,
escaped
him
.
In
his
drinking
days
he
had
always
been
afraid
of
something
like
this
happening
.
But
when
you
were
a
heavy
drinker
you
called
it
the
DTs
-
good
old
Ray
Milland
in
Lost
Weekend
,
seeing
the
bugs
coming
out
of
the
walls
.
What
did
you
call
it
when
you
were
cold
sober
?
The
question
was
meant
to
be
rhetorical
,
but
his
mind
answered
it
(
you
call
it
insanity
)
nevertheless
.
Staring
at
the
hedge
animals
,
he
realized
something
had
changed
while
he
had
his
hand
over
his
eyes
.
The
dog
had
moved
closer
.
No
longer
crouching
,
it
seemed
to
be
in
a
running
posture
,
haunches
flexed
,
one
front
leg
forward
,
the
other
back
.
The
hedge
mouth
yawned
wider
,
the
pruned
sticks
looked
sharp
and
vicious
.
And
now
he
fancied
he
could
see
faint
eye
indentations
in
the
greenery
as
well
.
Looking
at
him
.
Why
do
they
have
to
be
trimmed
?
he
thought
hysterically
.
They
’
re
perfect
.
Another
soft
sound
.
He
involuntarily
backed
up
a
step
when
he
looked
at
the
lions
.
One
of
the
two
on
the
right
seemed
to
have
drawn
slightly
ahead
of
the
other
.
Its
head
was
lowered
.
