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He bent down and lifted Sophie frohtie and her feet were bare She shivered and stared around her at the swirling hostly vapours

‘Where are we?’ she asked

‘We is in Dreainning’

Roald Dahl,

The BFG

Fenoglio was lying on his bed when Basta pushed Meggie in through the door

‘What have you done to her?’ he de to his feet ‘She’s white as a sheet!’

But Basta had already closed the door behind hiie heard hilio put his hands on Meggie’s shoulders and looked into her face with concern ‘Come on, tell me What did they want you for? Is your father here?’

Meggie shook her head ‘They’ve caught Dustfinger,’ she said ‘And a woman’

‘What wolio drew her over to the bed, and Meggie sat down beside him

‘I think she’s lio looked at her in astonishht

Distractedly, Meggie smoothed down her skirt It was dirty and cru in it for days ‘Her hair’s darker now,’ she stammered, ‘and of course Mo’s photo of her is nine years old … Capricorn has her in a net, and Dustfinger too He’s going to have them both executed in two days’ time, and I’m supposed to read someone out of Inkheart to do it – that friend, as Capricorn calls hi to do it You wouldn’t tell ly at Fenoglio

The old man closed his eyes ‘Merciful heaven!’ he mur in the sky in front of their ith a cloud drifting past it like a tattered dress