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"That's a hint?" he asked.

She talks of hints, Paul thought. She doesn't really know anything. And he

Lift

White upon green . . .

And I hear the wind

times."

Seagulls perched at the tip of land,

face. "Very well: 'That which submits rules.' "

And the surf,

And a wind comes through the pines

She talks of hints, Paul thought. She doesn't really know anything. And he

tension within meaning. Did she think his mother had taught him nothing at all?

Paul opened his eyes. "It's just one of Gurney Halleck's tone poems for sad

White upon green . . .

"She said those who tried for it died."

And fill the sky with screeches.

"I remember salt smoke from a beach fire

Kwisatz Haderach?" Jessica asked.

And I see that our fire

Kwisatz Haderach?" Jessica asked.

And I hear the wind

To sway the shadows;

And a wind comes through the pines

Lift

"That's the one," Paul said.

face. "Very well: 'That which submits rules.' "

And the surf,

The seagulls spread their wings,

Has scorched the seaweed."

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