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"
Mistuh
Norton
,
he
dead
,
"
the
man
in
black
intoned
sardonically
.
"
Dead
as
anybody
.
Dead
as
you
or
anybody
.
"
"
Get
out
of
my
place
.
"
She
felt
a
trembling
loathing
spring
up
in
her
,
but
the
warmth
still
radiated
from
her
belly
.
"
It
’
s
all
right
,
"
he
said
softly
.
"
It
’
s
all
right
.
Wait
.
Just
wait
.
"
The
eyes
were
blue
.
She
felt
suddenly
easy
in
her
mind
,
as
if
she
had
taken
a
drug
.
"
See
?
"
he
asked
her
.
"
Do
you
see
?
"
She
nodded
dumbly
and
he
laughed
aloud
-
a
fine
,
strong
,
untainted
laugh
that
swung
heads
around
.
He
whirled
and
faced
them
,
suddenly
made
the
center
of
attention
by
some
unknown
alchemy
.
Aunt
Mill
faltered
and
subsided
,
leaving
a
cracked
high
note
bleeding
on
the
air
.
Sheb
struck
a
discord
and
halted
.
They
looked
at
the
stranger
uneasily
.
Sand
rattled
against
the
sides
of
the
building
.
The
silence
held
,
spun
itself
out
.
Her
breath
had
clogged
in
her
throat
and
she
looked
down
and
saw
both
hands
pressed
to
her
belly
beneath
the
bar
.
They
all
looked
at
him
and
he
looked
at
them
.
Then
the
laugh
burst
forth
again
,
strong
,
rich
,
beyond
denial
.
But
there
was
no
urge
to
laugh
along
with
him
.
"
I
’
ll
show
you
a
wonder
!
"
he
cried
at
them
.
But
they
only
watched
him
,
like
obedient
children
taken
to
see
a
magician
in
whom
they
have
grown
too
old
to
believe
.
The
man
in
black
sprang
forward
,
and
Aunt
Mill
drew
away
from
him
.
He
grinned
fiercely
and
slapped
her
broad
belly
.
A
short
,
unwitting
cackle
was
forced
out
of
her
,
and
the
man
in
black
threw
back
his
head
.
