John William Waterhouse Pandora

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Right," she said, in a tone of voice that suggested the whole universe had just better watch out.
There was another brilliant flash of lightning, which shows that even the weather gods have a well-developed sense of theatre.
"It rather suits you," said Cutangle.
"Excuse me," said Trestle, "but isn't she the w-"
"Never mind that," said Cutangle, taking Granny's hand and helping her up the steps. He flourished the staff.
"But it's against the lore to allow w-"
He , with Cutangle hopping along behind. He turned.
"You heard the lady," he said.
Treatle watched them go, with his mouth hanging open. When their footsteps had died away in the distance he stood silently for a his could have gone wrong.stopped and stared as Granny reached out and touched the damp wall by the door. Cutangle tapped him on the chest. "Show me where it's written down," said Cutangle. "They're in the Library," Granny interrupted. "It was the only dry place," said Treatle, "but -" "This building is frightened of thunderstorms," said Granny. "It could do with comforting." "But the lore -"repeated Treatle desperately. Granny was already striding down the passage
However, he wasn't going to be accused of disobedience.
Very carefully, without knowing exactly why, he reached out and gave