William Bouguereau Young Gypsies

William Bouguereau Young Gypsies
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Who are?’
‘The stars!’
The wizards, as one man, looked upwards.
‘No, they’re not,’ said the Dean, but the boy had shaken himself free and disappeared in the press of people.
‘Strange primitive superstition,’ said the Dean, and the wizards, with the exception of Poons, who was complain­ing and flailing around with his stick, craned forward to see.

The Bursar met the Archchancellor in a corridor.
‘There’s no‑one in the Uncommon Room!’ screamed the Bursar.
‘The There was a distant whumm . . . whumm noise, and the sound of pellets bouncing off the wall.
‘Always the same direction,’ the Bursar muttered.
‘What direction is that, then?’
‘The direction They’ll be coming from! I think I’m going mad!’
‘Now, now,’ said the Archchancellor, patting him on the shoulder. ‘You don’t want to go around talking like that. That’s crazy talk.’Library’s empty!’ bellowed the Archchancellor.‘I’ve heard about that sort of thing,’ the Bursar whim­pered. ‘Spontaneous something‑or‑other. They’ve all gone spontaneous!’‘Calm down, man. Just because‑‘‘I can’t even find any of the servants! You know what happens when reality gives way! Even now giant tentacles are probably‑‘