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"
What
?
"
His
brother
’
s
voice
was
quite
cold
.
"
I
said
,
where
do
you
think
you
’
re
going
?
"
"
For
a
drink
of
water
.
"
"
But
you
’
re
not
thirsty
.
"
"
Yes
,
yes
,
I
am
.
"
"
No
,
you
’
re
not
.
"
Captain
John
Black
broke
and
ran
across
the
room
.
He
screamed
.
He
screamed
twice
.
He
never
reached
the
door
.
In
the
morning
the
brass
band
played
a
mournful
dirge
.
From
every
house
in
the
street
came
little
solemn
processions
bearing
long
boxes
,
and
along
the
sun
-
filled
street
,
weeping
,
came
the
grandmas
and
mothers
and
sisters
and
brothers
and
uncles
and
fathers
,
walking
to
the
churchyard
,
where
there
were
new
holes
freshly
dug
and
new
tombstones
installed
.
Sixteen
holes
in
all
,
and
sixteen
tombstones
.
The
mayor
made
a
little
sad
speech
,
his
face
sometimes
looking
like
the
mayor
,
sometimes
looking
like
something
else
.
