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Updated: June 2, 2025
During this time the young Oroid who had guided them down from the forest above the tunnels, had been standing respectfully behind them, a few feet away. A short distance farther on several small groups of natives were gathered, watching the strangers. With a few swift words Loto now dismissed their guide, who bowed low with his hands to his forehead and left them.
Lylda raised her arms up towards the far-away city with a gesture almost of benediction. "Good future to you, land that I love." Her voice trembled. "Good future to you, for ever and ever." The Very Young Man, standing behind them with Loto, was calling: "They're started; come on."
Apparently it was the very worst thing that could have happened." "Not for you personally," interjected the Very Young Man. "We're perfectly safe and Lylda, and Loto." He put his arm affectionately around the boy who sat close beside him. "You are not afraid, are you, Loto?" "Now I am not," answered the boy seriously. "But this morning, when I left my grandfather, coming home "
"All through it safely," she murmured after him. "All safe except except my father." Her arm around the Chemist tightened. "All safe except those." She turned her big, sorrowful eyes towards the beach, where a thousand little mangled figures lay dead and dying. "All safe except those." It was only a short time before the adventurers from Orlog arrived, and Loto was in his mother's arms.
He waited only a moment more, then he sprang upwards, clambered out of the pit and disappeared beyond the rim. In a few moments they saw his huge head and shoulders hanging out over the side wall; his hand and arm reached down towards them and they heard his great voice roaring. "Come on somebody else." The Very Young Man went next, with Loto.
"My name is Loto," the little boy answered earnestly. "That's my father." And he pointed across the room to where the Chemist was coming forward to join them. Christmas Eve in a little village of Northern New York a white Christmas, clear and cold.
"As it is Eugenie's birthday you had better play loto all together," said Pere Grandet: "the two young ones can join"; and the old cooper, who never played any game, motioned to his daughter and Adolphe. "Come, Nanon, set the tables." "We will help you, Mademoiselle Nanon," said Madame des Grassins gaily, quite joyous at the joy she had given Eugenie.
The Big Business Man, kicking violently, and sometimes stooping down to sweep the ground with great swings of his arm, had cleared a space before them. Taking Loto, who looked on with frightened eyes, the three women stepped back against the side wall of the amphitheater.
Some brandished other improvised weapons; still others held rocks in their hands. A little pair of arms clutched the Very Young Man about his leg; he gave a violent kick, scattering a number of the struggling figures and clearing a space into which he leaped. "Back Aura, Lylda," he shouted. "Take Loto and Eena. Get back behind us."
So large had they grown that it was hardly more than a step down from the roof; Aura and Loto were by the Very Young Man's side in a moment, and immediately they started off, picking their way single file out of the city. For a short time longer they continued growing; when they had stopped the city houses stood hardly above their ankles.
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