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Raoul sighed. "They have all the fun."
He gazed at the concrete wall. He would have to climb over it--no jolly smashing through it--and he sighed again.
He only hoped he didn't rip a seam.
Raoul placed his shoes--low-heeled, since he was going into action---carefully on the wall. Reaching down to his friend, he lifted the Little One and swung him up onto the top of the wall, which was about level with Raoul's shoulders.
Noting the dirt on the top, Raoul sighed a third time. Really! Xris expected the impossible!
"I trust I will be fully compensated," he remarked, then put his hands on the wall and, closing his eyes to the grime, pulled himself up.
He climbed over, lowered himself to the ground, and was almost immediately elbowed, kneed, and rudely mauled by the crowd. Some people were trying to escape, others were clambering to get a better view, while still others were fighting simply to keep from getting crushed or trampled.
Raoul, who had been about to lift the Little One down, now thought better of it. He climbed hastily back up onto the wall, gazed at the mob in disgust.
"I've never seen anything quite like this," he remarked to the Little One. "With the possible exception of the night our late former employer, Snaga Ohme, was murdered and Lord Sagan spread the false report that the space-rotation bomb was about to detonate. But even that didn't compare to this because we had only a few hundred panic-stricken people stampeding about the mansion, while here
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