Thomas Moran Entrance to the Grand Canal, Venice

Thomas Moran Entrance to the Grand Canal, VeniceJean Francois Millet The Walk to WorkJean Francois Millet The Angelus
that. He had his back to the door, and he'd shuffle to one side, then to the other, and all the time his right hand moved in front of him as if he were clearing a way through some invisible obstacles. In that hand was a knife, not a special-looking knife, just a dull blade about eight inches long, and he'd thrust it forward, slice it sideways, feelhim lead them up another staircase to the top story. It was much lighter up there, because a white-painted flight of steps led up to the roof—or, rather, to a wood-and-glass structure like a little greenhouse. Even at the foot of the steps they could feel the heat it was absorbing.
And as they stood there they heard a groan from above. forward with it, jab up and down, all in the empty air.He moved as if to turn, and Will withdrew. He put a finger to his lips and beckoned to Lyra, and led her to the stairs and up to the next floor."What's he doing?" she whispered.He described it as well as he could."He sounds mad," said Lyra. "Is he thin, with curly hair?""Yes. Red hair, like Angelica's. He certainly looks mad. I don't know—I think this is odder than Sir Charles said. Let's look farther up before we speak to him."She didn't question, but let