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He
shoved
another
coin
stealthily
into
the
machine
.
"
Please
.
.
.
"
The
boys
pressed
the
glass
,
their
breath
made
cumulus
clouds
on
the
pane
.
Then
,
deep
inside
the
box
,
a
whisper
,
a
whir
.
And
slowly
,
the
witch
’
s
head
rose
up
and
looked
at
the
boys
and
there
was
something
in
her
eyes
that
froze
them
as
her
hand
began
to
scrabble
almost
frantically
back
and
forth
upon
the
tarots
,
to
pause
,
hurry
on
,
return
.
Her
head
bent
down
,
one
hand
came
to
rest
and
a
shuddering
shook
the
machine
as
the
other
hand
wrote
,
paused
,
wrote
,
and
stopped
at
last
with
a
paroxysm
so
violent
the
glass
in
the
case
chimed
.
The
witch
’
s
face
bent
in
a
rigid
mechanical
misery
,
almost
fisted
into
a
ball
.
Then
the
machinery
gasped
and
a
single
cog
slipped
and
a
tiny
tarot
card
tickled
down
the
flue
into
Douglas
’
s
cupped
hands
.
"
She
’
s
alive
!
She
’
s
working
again
!
"
"
What
’
s
the
card
say
,
Doug
?
"
"
It
’
s
the
same
one
she
wrote
for
me
last
Saturday
!
Listen
.
.
.
"
And
Douglas
read
:
"
Hey
,
nonny
no
!
Men
are
fools
that
wish
to
die
!
Is
’
t
not
fine
to
dance
and
sing
When
the
bells
of
death
do
ring
?
Is
’
t
not
fine
to
swim
in
wine
,
And
turn
upon
the
toe
,
And
sing
Hey
,
nonny
no
!
When
the
winds
blow
and
the
seas
flow
?
Hey
,
nonny
no
!
"
"
Is
that
all
it
says
?
"
said
Tom
.
