Leroy Neiman The Golden Bear

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the bright sun was intriguing, and both Will and Lyra felt drawn to the half-open door at the top of the broad steps; but they didn't speak of it, and they went on, a bit reluctantly.
When they reached the broad boulevard with the palm trees, he told her to look for a little café on a corner, with , I could just about see that big hill behind the white house up there, and looking this way there was the café there, and…"
"What's it look like? I can't see anything."
"You won't mistake it. It doesn't look like anything you've ever seengreen-painted metal tables on the pavement outside. They found it within a minute. It looked smaller and shabbier by daylight, but it was the same place, with the zinc-topped bar, the espresso machine, and the half-finished plate of risotto, now beginning to smell bad in the warm air."Is it in here?" she said."No. It's in the middle of the road. Make sure there's no other kids around."But they were alone. Will took her to the grassy median under the palm trees, and looked around to get his bearings."I think it was about here," he said. "When I came through