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’
Look
at
the
spider
’
s
web
on
the
corner
of
the
balcony
,
’
said
Bernard
.
’
It
has
beads
of
water
on
it
,
drops
of
white
light
.
’
’
The
leaves
are
gathered
round
the
window
like
pointed
ears
,
’
said
Susan
.
’
A
shadow
falls
on
the
path
,
’
said
Louis
,
’
like
an
elbow
bent
.
’
’
Islands
of
light
are
swimming
on
the
grass
,
’
said
Rhoda
.
’
They
have
fallen
through
the
trees
.
’
’
The
birds
’
eyes
are
bright
in
the
tunnels
between
the
leaves
,
’
said
Neville
.
’
The
stalks
are
covered
with
harsh
,
short
hairs
,
’
said
Jinny
,
’
and
drops
of
water
have
stuck
to
them
.
’
’
A
caterpillar
is
curled
in
a
green
ring
,
’
said
Susan
,
’
notched
with
blunt
feet
.
’
’
The
grey
-
shelled
snail
draws
across
the
path
and
flattens
the
blades
behind
him
,
’
said
Rhoda
.
’
And
burning
lights
from
the
window
-
panes
flash
in
and
out
on
the
grasses
,
’
said
Louis
.
