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Cutwell shuddered. 'It's very impressive,' he said, when he could trust himself to speak. 'You don't think it's perhaps a bit mature, though?'
'It's queenly.'
'Yes, but Keli. 'He walks through walls!'
'I've been thinking about that,' said Cutwell. 'It's a puzzle, isn't it? He walks through things only if he doesn't know he's doing it. I think it's an industrial disease.'
'What?'
'I was nearly sure last night. He's becoming real.'
'But we're all real! At least, you are, and I suppose I am.'perhaps it won't allow you to move very fast?''I have no intention of running. There must be dignity.' Once again the set of her jaw traced the line of her descent all the way to her conquering ancestor, who preferred to move very fast at all times and knew as much about dignity as could be carried on the point of a sharp spear.Cutwell spread his hands.'All right,' he said. 'Fine. We all do what we can. I just hope Mort has come up with some ideas.''It's hard to have confidence in a ghost,' said