Jack Vettriano The Missing Man I

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this world; and then she left them under the shade of the tree, because she could see their eyelids drooping and their heads nodding.
"You don't have to do anything now but sleep," she said.
The afternoon air was warm and still, and the shade of the tree was drowsy and murmurous with crickets. Less than five minutes after they'd swallowed the last of the drink, both Will and Lyra were fast asleep.
They are of two sexes? said Atal, surprised. But how can you tell?
It's easy, said Mary. , said Atal.
Yes.
Was it the sticks that told you?
No, said Mary, blushing. She was a scientist; it was bad enough to have to admit to consulting the I Ching, but this was even more embarrassing. It was a night pictureTheir bodies are different shapes. They move differently.They are not much smaller than you. But they have less sraf. When will that come to them?I don't know, Mary said. I suppose sometime soon. I don't know when it happens to us.No wheels, said Atal sympathetically.They were weeding the had made a hoe to save having to bend down; Atal used her trunk, so their conversation was intermittent.But you knew they were coming