Raphael Madonna and Child with Book

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to get to her feet. The face she turned to Granny was as pale as the snow.
There was an arrow sticking out of her shoulder.
Granny darted back, grabbed the girl and hauled her upright.
“Come on! Nearly there!”
“Can’t r’n . . . c’ld ...”
Diamanda slumped forward. Granny caught her before she hit the snow and, with a grunt of effort, slung her over her shoulder.
A few more steps, and all she had to do was fall forwar ...
A clawed hand snatched at her dress .. .
And three figures fell, rolling over torturing it just because it’s lying down, Gytha.”
“Damn well ain’t waiting for it to stand up again, Esme.”
“Gytha.”
“Well, they used to carry off babies. I ain’t having that
again. The thought of someone carrying off our Pewsey—“
“Even elves ain’t that daft. Never seen such a sticky child in all my life.”
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