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"
Shadow
remembered
the
whispering
thump
the
coin
had
made
as
it
landed
in
Laura
’
s
casket
.
"
Sorry
or
not
,
I
’
m
damned
and
I
’
m
doomed
.
"
The
tears
were
flowing
once
more
,
and
clear
snot
began
to
run
from
the
man
’
s
nose
.
His
words
dissolved
,
then
,
into
syllables
which
never
quite
congealed
together
into
words
.
"
Bah
-
bah
-
bah
-
bah
-
bah
,
"
he
said
.
"
Muh
-
muh
-
muh
-
muh
-
muh
.
"
He
wiped
his
nose
and
his
eyes
on
his
sleeves
,
muddying
his
face
into
strange
patterns
,
wiping
the
snot
all
over
his
beard
and
moustache
.
Shadow
squeezed
Mad
Sweeney
’
s
upper
arm
in
an
awkward
male
gesture
.
I
’
m
here
,
it
said
.
"
’
Twere
better
I
had
never
been
conceived
,
"
said
Mad
Sweeney
,
at
length
.
Then
he
looked
up
.
"
The
fellow
you
gave
it
to
.
Would
he
give
it
back
?
"
"
It
’
s
a
woman
.
And
I
don
’
t
know
where
she
is
.
But
no
,
I
don
’
t
believe
she
would
.
"
Sweeney
sighed
,
mournfully
.
"
When
I
was
but
a
young
pup
,
"
he
said
,
"
there
was
a
woman
I
met
,
under
the
stars
,
who
let
me
play
with
her
bubbies
,
and
she
told
me
my
fortune
.
She
told
me
that
I
would
be
undone
and
abandoned
west
of
the
sunrise
,
and
that
a
dead
woman
’
s
bauble
would
seal
my
fate
.
And
I
laughed
and
poured
more
barley
wine
and
played
with
her
bubbies
some
more
,
and
I
kissed
her
full
on
her
pretty
lips
.
Those
were
the
good
days
—
the
first
of
the
gray
monks
had
not
yet
come
to
our
land
,
nor
had
they
ridden
the
green
sea
to
westward
.
And
now
.
"
He
stopped
,
mid
-
sentence
.
His
head
turned
and
he
focused
on
Shadow
.
"
You
shouldn
’
t
trust
him
,
"
he
said
,
reproachfully
.
"
Who
?
"
"
Wednesday
.
You
mustn
’
t
trust
him
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
have
to
trust
him
.
I
work
for
him
.
"
