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’
I
’
ll
try
the
Ching
thing
.
’
’
You
throw
these
yarrow
stalks
in
the
air
,
then
.
’
She
did
.
They
looked
at
the
ensuing
pattern
.
’
Hmm
,
’
said
Cutwell
after
a
while
.
’
Well
,
that
’
s
one
in
the
fireplace
,
one
in
the
cocoa
mug
,
one
in
the
street
,
shame
about
the
window
,
one
on
the
table
,
and
one
,
no
,
two
behind
the
dresser
.
I
expect
Mrs
Nugent
will
be
able
to
find
the
rest
.
’
’
You
didn
’
t
say
how
hard
.
Shall
I
do
it
again
?
’
’
No
-
ooo
,
I
don
’
t
think
so
.
’
Cutwell
thumbed
through
the
pages
of
a
yellowed
book
that
had
previously
been
supporting
the
table
leg
.
’
The
pattern
seems
to
make
sense
.
Yes
,
here
we
are
,
Octogram
8
,
887
:
Illegality
,
the
Unatoning
Goose
.
Which
we
cross
reference
here
.
.
.
hold
on
.
.
.
hold
on
.
.
.
yes
.
Got
it
.
’
’
Well
?
’
’
Without
vertically
,
wisely
the
cochineal
emperor
goes
forth
at
teatime
;
at
evening
the
mollusc
is
silent
among
the
almond
blossom
.
’
’
Yes
?
’
said
Keli
,
respectfully
.
’
What
does
that
mean
?
’
’
Unless
you
’
re
a
mollusc
,
probably
not
a
lot
,
’
said
Cutwell
.
’
I
think
perhaps
it
lost
something
in
translation
.
’
