Claude Monet The Road Bridge at Argenteuil

Claude Monet The Road Bridge at ArgenteuilClaude Monet The Bridge at ArgenteuilClaude Monet Spring 1880
now where?’ said Doreen.
A couple of floor tiles buckled upwards. A heavy grey vapour started to pour out.
‘It must be , smashed it against a pillar until its wheels dropped off. Windle watched the Fresh Start Club head up the nearest passage, pushing a bargain assortment of wizardry.
‘Well, well, well,’ he said.’As simple as that. That’s all we had to do. Hardly any drama at all.’
He went to move forward, and stopped.
Pink tubes were forcing their way through the floor and were already coiled tightly around his legs. More floor tiles leapt into the air. The stairways shattered, revealing the dark, serrated and above all ‘It is traditional, when loading wire trolleys, to put the most fragile items at the bottom.
somewhere at the end of a passage,’ said Ludmilla. ‘Come on.’Arthur looked down at the mists coiling around his feet. ‘I wonder how you can do that?’ he said. ‘It’s amazingly difficult to get stuff that does that. We tried it, you know, to make our crypt more . . . more cryptic, but it just smokes up the place and sets fire to the curtains -‘ ‘Come on, Artor. We are going.’‘You don’t think we’ve done too much damage, do you? Perhaps we should leave a note -‘ ‘Yeah, I could write something on the wall if you like,’ said Reg. He picked up a struggling worker trolley by its handle and, with some satisfaction