The screwdriver -- the wrong screwdriver, actually, if Andrew were paying more mind -- whirs dangerously. Andrew holds his breath as he keeps stamping books, not looking down at what he's doing but instead watching the encounter.
"Poor little hand can't handle it," replies the Master. "Help him."
Now the desk is closer, brought near like it wants to help the Master make her sit down at it and work.
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"Poor little hand can't handle it," replies the Master. "Help him."
Now the desk is closer, brought near like it wants to help the Master make her sit down at it and work.