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he looked down at the two severed ends.
Breaks in films weren’t unusual. Bezam had spent many a flustered few minutes feverishly cutting and pasting while the muttered, taking the lid off the glue pot. ‘It just shows a lot of rocks.’

Victor and Gaspode stood among the sand dunes near the beach.
‘That’s where the driftwood but is,’ said Victor, pointing, ‘and then if you look hard you can see there’s a sort of road pointing straight towards the hill. But there’s nothing audience cheerfully stamped its feet and high-spiritedly threw peanuts, knives and double-headed axes at the screen. He let the coils fall around him and reached for the scissors and glue. At least - he found, after holding the two ends up to the lantern - the Librarian hadn’t taken a very interesting bit. Odd, that. Bezam wouldn’t have put it past the ape to have taken a bit where the girl was definitely showing too much chest, or one of the fight scenes. But all he’d wanted was a piece that showed the Sons galloping down from their mountain fastness, in single file, on identical camels. ‘Dunno what he wanted that for,’ he