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The
room
was
emptying
rapidly
,
the
batwings
shuffling
madly
back
and
forth
.
The
piano
player
closed
the
lid
of
his
instrument
with
a
bang
and
exited
after
the
others
in
long
,
comic
-
opera
strides
.
"
Sheb
!
"
The
woman
screamed
after
him
,
her
voice
an
odd
mixture
of
fear
and
shrewishness
,
"
Sheb
,
you
come
back
here
!
Goddammit
!
"
The
old
man
,
meanwhile
,
had
gone
back
to
his
table
.
He
spun
the
gold
piece
on
the
gouged
wood
,
and
the
dead
alive
eyes
followed
it
with
empty
fascination
.
He
spun
it
a
second
time
,
a
third
,
and
his
eyelids
drooped
.
The
fourth
time
,
and
his
head
settled
to
the
wood
before
the
coin
stopped
.
"
There
,
"
she
said
softly
,
furiously
.
"
You
’
ve
driven
out
my
trade
.
Are
you
satisfied
?
"
"
They
’
ll
be
back
,
"
the
gunslinger
said
.
"
Not
tonight
they
won
’
t
.
"
"
Who
is
he
?
"
He
gestured
at
the
weed
-
eater
.
"
Go
-
"
She
completed
the
command
by
describing
an
impossible
act
of
mast
*
*
bation
.
