Johannes Vermeer Mistress and MaidUnknown Artist Vanitas Still LifeJohn Constable Wivenhoe Park
want you to come and help me up before I lose my grip on this stone,' it said.
Twoflower opened his mouth, then shut it quickly. He ran to the square hole and peered down. By the ruddy light of the star he could just make out Rincewind's eyes looking up at him.
Twoflower lay down on his stomach and reached out. Rincewind's hand gripped his wrist in the sort of grip that told 'What do you mean, besides you?' said Twoflower.
Rincewind said a word.
'Well, look,' said Twoflower. The steps go around in a spiral, right?Twoflower that if he, Rincewind, wasn't pulled up then there was no possible way in which that grip was going to be relaxed.'I'm glad you're alive,' he said.'Good. So am I,' said Rincewind.He hung around in the darkness for a bit. After the past few minutes it was almost enjoyable, but only almost.'Pull me up, then,' he hinted.'I think that might be sort of difficult,' grunted Twoflower. 'I don't actually think I can do it, in fact.''What are you holding on to, then?''You.''I mean besides me.'
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