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"
It
’
s
better
,
isn
’
t
it
?
"
Aunt
Mill
cackled
again
,
suddenly
broke
into
sobs
,
and
fled
blindly
through
the
doors
.
The
others
watched
her
go
silently
.
The
storm
was
beginning
;
shadows
followed
each
other
,
rising
and
falling
on
the
white
cyclorama
of
the
sky
.
A
man
near
the
piano
with
a
forgotten
beer
in
one
hand
made
a
groaning
,
grinning
sound
.
The
man
in
black
stood
over
Nort
,
grinning
down
at
him
.
The
wind
howled
and
shrieked
and
thrummed
.
Something
large
struck
the
side
of
the
building
and
bounced
away
.
One
of
the
men
at
the
bar
tore
himself
free
and
exited
in
looping
,
grotesque
strides
.
Thunder
racketed
in
sudden
dry
vollies
.
"
All
right
,
"
the
man
in
black
grinned
.
"
All
right
,
let
’
s
get
down
to
it
.
"
He
began
to
spit
into
Nort
’
s
face
,
aiming
carefully
.
The
spittle
gleamed
on
his
forehead
,
pearled
down
the
shaven
beak
of
his
nose
.
Under
the
bar
,
her
hands
worked
faster
.
Sheb
laughed
,
loon
-
like
,
and
hunched
over
.
He
began
to
cough
up
phlegm
,
huge
and
sticky
gobs
of
it
,
and
let
fly
.
The
man
in
black
roared
approval
and
pounded
him
on
the
back
.
Sheb
grinned
,
one
gold
tooth
twinkling
.
Some
fled
.
Others
gathered
in
a
loose
ring
around
Nort
.
His
face
and
the
dewlapped
rooster
-
wrinkles
of
his
neck
and
upper
chest
gleamed
with
liquid
-
liquid
so
precious
in
this
dry
country
.
And
suddenly
it
stopped
,
as
if
on
signal
.
There
was
ragged
,
heavy
breathing
.
The
man
in
black
suddenly
lunged
across
the
body
,
jackknifing
over
it
in
a
smooth
arc
.
It
was
pretty
,
like
a
flash
of
water
.
He
caught
himself
on
his
hands
,
sprang
to
his
feet
in
a
twist
,
grinning
,
and
went
over
again
.
One
of
the
watchers
forgot
himself
,
began
to
applaud
,
and
suddenly
backed
away
,
eyes
cloudy
with
terror
.
He
slobbered
a
hand
across
his
mouth
and
made
for
the
door
.
