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She
giggled
.
The
shy
scent
of
lilies
drifted
up
.
"
But
of
course
Harry
never
goes
back
for
seconds
…
not
on
his
DC
side
,
anyway
…
and
Roger
is
just
wild
.
Harry
told
him
if
he
came
to
the
masked
ball
as
a
doggy
,
a
cute
little
doggy
,
he
might
reconsider
,
and
Roger
is
such
a
silly
that
he
…
"
The
number
ended
.
There
was
more
applause
.
The
band
members
were
filing
down
for
a
break
.
"
Excuse
me
,
sweetness
,
"
she
said
.
"
There
’
s
someone
I
just
roust
…
Darla
!
Darla
,
you
dear
girl
,
where
have
you
been
?
"
She
wove
her
way
into
the
eating
,
drinking
throng
and
he
gazed
after
her
stupidly
,
wondering
how
they
had
happened
to
be
dancing
together
in
the
first
place
.
He
didn
’
t
remember
.
Incidents
seemed
to
have
occurred
with
no
connections
.
First
here
,
then
there
,
then
everywhere
.
His
head
was
spinning
.
He
smelled
lilies
and
juniper
berries
.
Up
by
the
refreshment
table
Derwent
was
now
holding
a
tiny
triangular
sandwich
over
Roger
’
s
head
and
urging
him
,
to
the
general
merriment
of
the
onlookers
,
to
do
a
somersault
.
The
dogmask
was
turned
upward
.
The
silver
sides
of
the
dog
costume
bellowsed
in
and
out
.
Roger
suddenly
leaped
,
tucking
his
head
under
,
and
tried
to
roll
in
mid
-
air
.
His
leap
was
too
low
and
too
exhausted
;
he
landed
awkwardly
on
his
back
,
rapping
his
head
smartly
on
the
tiles
.
A
hollow
groan
drifted
out
of
the
dogmask
.
Derwent
led
the
applause
.
"
Try
again
,
doggy
!
Try
again
!
"
The
onlookers
took
up
the
chant
-
try
again
,
try
again
-
and
Jack
staggered
off
the
other
way
,
feeling
vaguely
ill
.
He
almost
fell
over
the
drinks
cart
that
was
being
wheeled
along
by
a
lowbrowed
man
in
a
white
mess
jacket
.
His
foot
rapped
the
lower
chromed
shelf
of
the
cart
;
the
bottles
and
siphons
on
top
chattered
together
musically
.
"
Sorry
,
"
Jack
said
thickly
.
He
suddenly
felt
closed
in
and
claustrophobic
;
he
wanted
to
get
out
.
He
wanted
the
Overlook
back
the
way
it
had
been
…
free
of
these
unwanted
guests
.
His
place
was
not
honored
,
as
the
true
opener
of
the
way
;
he
was
only
another
of
the
ten
thousand
cheering
extras
,
a
doggy
rolling
over
and
sitting
up
on
command
.
"
Quite
all
right
,
"
the
man
in
the
white
mess
jacket
said
.
The
polite
,
clipped
English
coming
from
that
thug
’
s
face
was
surreal
.
"
A
drink
?
"
