Gustav Klimt The Friends

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he doing that for?’ said Victor, suddenly feeling spooked. ‘All his hair is standing up. You don’t think he’s got oneheat of Holy Wood, and there was just the faint suspicion of vibration.
He ran his fingers over the surface. There was a roughness there, as though there had been a carving that had been worn into obscurity over the years.
‘A door like that,’ said Gaspode, behind him, ‘a door like that, if you want my opinion, a door like that, a door like that,’ he took a deep breath, ‘bodes.’
‘Hmm? What? Bodes what?’
‘It don’t have to bode anything,’ said Gaspode. ‘Just basic bodingness is bad enough, take of those mysterious animal premonitions of evil, do you?’ ‘I think he’s a pillock,’ said Gaspode. ‘Laddie shut up!’ There was a yelp. Laddie recoiled from the door, lost his balance on the shifting sand, and rolled down the slope. He leapt to his feet and started barking again; not ordinary stupid-dog barking this time, but the genuine treed-cat variety. Victor leaned forward and touched the door. It felt very cold, despite the perpetual