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He
put
a
rough
silver
coin
on
the
counter
,
thick
on
one
edge
,
thin
on
the
other
,
and
she
said
as
she
would
say
later
:
"
I
don
’
t
have
change
for
this
.
"
He
shook
his
head
,
dismissing
it
,
and
watched
absently
as
he
poured
again
.
"
Are
you
only
passing
through
?
"
she
asked
.
He
did
not
reply
for
a
long
time
,
and
she
was
about
to
repeat
when
he
shook
his
head
impatiently
.
"
Don
’
t
talk
trivialities
.
You
’
re
here
with
death
.
"
She
recoiled
,
hurt
and
amazed
,
her
first
thought
being
that
he
had
lied
about
his
holiness
to
test
her
.
"
You
cared
for
him
,
"
he
said
flatly
.
"
Isn
’
t
that
true
?
"
"
Who
?
Nort
?
"
She
laughed
,
affecting
annoyance
to
cover
her
confusion
.
"
I
think
you
better
-
"
"
You
’
re
soft
-
hearted
and
a
little
afraid
,
"
he
went
on
,
"
and
he
was
on
the
weed
,
looking
out
hell
’
s
back
door
.
And
there
he
is
,
and
they
’
ve
even
slammed
the
door
now
,
and
you
don
’
t
think
they
’
ll
open
it
until
it
’
s
time
for
you
to
walk
through
,
isn
’
t
it
so
?
"
"
What
are
you
,
drunk
?
"
