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- “It’s my mother, Butler,” he said at last. “I’m beginning to wonder if
- she’ll ever—”
- Then the proximity alarm flashed red.
- ...
- Butler checked the porta-radar, muting the volume in case the
- equipment betrayed their position. The red arm swept the screen with
- agonizing lethargy, and then . . . flash! An upright figure by the tree. Too
- small for an adult, the wrong proportions for a child. He gave Artemis the
- thumbs up. Possible match.
- - Artemis Fowl, Chapter 4
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