Jean Fragonard The Bolt

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from somewhere sprinkled on the lead and on his own shoes. The man was pulling himself up—
"Look out!" shouted Lyra, but Will was ready.
At the and saw Will standing above him holding the knife; he stared with a sickly anger and then turned and fled.
"Ah," said Will, sitting down. "Ah."
Something was badly wrong, and he hadn't noticed it. He dropped the knife and hugged his left hand to himself. The tangle of rope was sodden with blood, and when he pulled it away—
"Your fingers!" Lyra breathed. "Oh, Will—"moment when the man was off balance, he threw himself at him, crashing as hard as he could into the man's midriff. The man fell backward into the glass, which shattered at once, and the flimsy wooden frame went too. He sprawled among the wreckage half over the stairwell, and grabbed the doorframe, but it had nothing to support it anymore, and it gave way. He fell downward, and more glass fell all around him.And Will darted back to the gutter, and picked up the knife, and the fight was over. The young man, cut and battered, clambered up the step,