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’
Being
a
game
-
keeper
,
no
!
So
long
as
I
’
m
left
alone
.
But
when
I
have
to
go
messing
around
at
the
police
-
station
,
and
various
other
places
,
and
waiting
for
a
lot
of
fools
to
attend
to
me
.
.
.
oh
well
,
I
get
mad
.
.
.
’
and
he
smiled
,
with
a
certain
faint
humour
.
’
Couldn
’
t
you
be
really
independent
?
’
she
asked
.
’
Me
?
I
suppose
I
could
,
if
you
mean
manage
to
exist
on
my
pension
.
I
could
!
But
I
’
ve
got
to
work
,
or
I
should
die
.
That
is
,
I
’
ve
got
to
have
something
that
keeps
me
occupied
.
And
I
’
m
not
in
a
good
enough
temper
to
work
for
myself
.
It
’
s
got
to
be
a
sort
of
job
for
somebody
else
,
or
I
should
throw
it
up
in
a
month
,
out
of
bad
temper
.
So
altogether
I
’
m
very
well
off
here
,
especially
lately
.
.
.
’
He
laughed
at
her
again
,
with
mocking
humour
.
’
But
why
are
you
in
a
bad
temper
?
’
she
asked
.
’
Do
you
mean
you
are
always
in
a
bad
temper
?
’
’
Pretty
well
,
’
he
said
,
laughing
.
’
I
don
’
t
quite
digest
my
bile
.
’
’
But
what
bile
?
’
she
said
.
’
Bile
!
’
he
said
.
’
Don
’
t
you
know
what
that
is
?
’
She
was
silent
,
and
disappointed
.
He
was
taking
no
notice
of
her
.
’
I
’
m
going
away
for
a
while
next
month
,
’
she
said
.
