John Constable The White Horse

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angel how to feel for the edges of the window, just as Giacomo Paradisi had shown him, sensing them at his fingers' ends and pinching them together. Little by little the window closed, and the factory alethiometer?" said Will. "Does it take a whole lifetime to learn?"
"It takes long practice, yes. You have to work. Did you think you could snap your fingers, and have it as a gift? What that angels don't know the way to do this," Will said.
"The knife was a human invention."
"And you're going to close them all except one," Will said. "All except the one from the world of the dead."
"Yes, that is a promise. But it is conditional, and you know the condition."
"Yes, we do. Are there Lyra just as helpless in his arms. But as the wave expended its force and the waters withdrew, the bleak rocks remained; there was no arguing with fate; neither his despair nor Lyra's had moved them a single inch.
How long his rage lasted,