Claude Monet Monet's Garden at argenteuil

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Just in front of it, almost underneath the silver screen, a smaller flight of steps led him down into a circular pit half filled with debris. By climbing on to it he could see behind the screen, to where the light was.
It was Ginger. She was standing with one hand held above her head. The torch in it burned like phosphorus.
She was staring up at a body on a slab. It was a giant. Or, at least, something like a giant. It might just have been a suit of on us!’
‘Ginger!’ Victor hissed. ‘It’s me!’
She turned and looked at him, or through him, or into him.
‘Victor,’ she said sweetly. ‘Go away. Far away. Go away now or great harm armour with a sword laid on top of it, half buried in dust and sand.‘It’s the thing from the book!’ he hissed. ‘Ye gods, what does she think she’s doing?’‘I don’t think she’s thinkin’ anythin’,’ said Gaspode.Ginger half turned and Victor saw her face. She was smiling.Behind the slab Victor could make out some kind of big, corroded disc. At least it was hanging from the ceiling by proper chains, and not defying gravity in such a disconcerting way.‘Right,’ he said, ‘I’m going to put a stop to this right now. Ginger!’His voice boomed back at him from the distant walls. He could hear it bouncing away along caverns and corridors er, er, er. There was a thud of falling rock somewhere far behind him.‘Keep it quiet!’ said Gaspode. ‘You’ll have the whole place down