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galloped over the cobbles. There was a cart at the other end of the alley. And, beyond the cart, a wall.
'Not that way!' whined Gaspode.
Dogs were piling Gaspode swung perilously from the werewolf's jaws.
'They're still behind us!'
Gaspode shut his eyes as Angua bunched her muscles.
'Oh, no! Not Treacle Mine Road!'
There was a burst of acceleration followed by a moment of calmness. Gaspode shut his eyes . . .along behind them. Angua leapt on to the cart.'I can't get up there!' said Gaspode. 'Not with my leg!'She jumped down, picked him up by the scruff of his neck, and leapt back. There was a shed roof behind the cart, a ledge above that and – a few tiles slid under her paws and tumbled into the alley – a house.'I feel sick!''Futupf!'Angua ran along the ridge of the roof and jumped the alley on the other side, landing heavily in some ancient thatch.'Aargh!''Futupf!'But the dogs were following them. It wasn't as though the alleys of the Shades were very wide.Another narrow alley passed below.
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