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"
We
buy
from
Waylands
mostly
.
"
"
Well
,
maybe
Mr
.
Bugger
’
s
just
drumming
up
business
,
if
he
feels
better
than
I
do
this
morning
.
Say
,
could
you
give
me
a
glass
of
water
?
I
’
ll
take
a
couple
of
fizzers
now
.
"
Ethan
went
to
the
storeroom
and
brought
back
a
Dixie
cup
of
water
from
the
tap
.
She
dropped
three
of
the
flat
tablets
in
and
let
them
fizz
.
Then
,
"
Mud
in
your
eye
,
"
she
said
and
tossed
it
back
.
"
Get
to
work
,
you
devils
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
hear
you
’
re
going
to
read
Mary
’
s
fortune
today
.
"
"
Oh
,
Lord
!
I
nearly
forgot
.
I
should
go
in
the
business
.
I
could
made
my
own
fortune
.
"
"
Mary
loves
it
.
Are
you
good
at
it
?
"
"
Nothing
to
be
good
at
.
You
let
people
—
women
,
that
is
—
talk
about
themselves
and
then
tell
it
back
to
them
and
they
think
you
’
ve
got
second
sight
.
"
"
And
tall
dark
strangers
?
"
"
There
’
s
that
,
sure
.
If
I
could
read
men
,
I
wouldn
’
t
have
pulled
the
bellywhoppers
I
have
.
Brother
!
did
I
misread
a
couple
of
characters
.
"
"
Didn
’
t
your
first
husband
die
?
"
