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He
realized
the
words
were
not
passing
through
his
frozen
vocal
cords
and
tried
again
.
"
I
want
to
see
the
manager
.
I
…
I
don
’
t
think
he
understands
.
My
son
is
not
a
part
of
this
.
He
…
"
"
Mr
.
Torrance
,
"
Lloyd
said
,
his
voice
coming
with
hideous
gentleness
from
inside
his
plague
-
raddled
face
,
"
you
will
meet
the
manager
in
due
time
.
He
has
,
in
fact
,
decided
to
make
you
his
agent
in
this
matter
.
Now
drink
your
drink
.
"
"
Drink
your
drink
,
"
they
all
echoed
.
He
picked
it
up
with
a
badly
trembling
hand
.
It
was
raw
gin
.
He
looked
into
it
,
and
looking
was
like
drowning
.
The
woman
beside
him
began
to
sing
in
a
flat
,
dead
voice
:
"
Roll
…
out
…
the
barrel
…
and
we
’
ll
have
,
…
a
barrel
…
of
fun
…
"
Lloyd
picked
it
up
.
Then
the
man
in
the
blue
suit
.
The
dog
-
man
joined
in
,
thumping
one
paw
against
the
table
"
Now
’
s
the
time
to
roll
the
barrel
-
"
Derwent
added
his
voice
to
the
rest
.
A
cigarette
was
cocked
in
one
corner
of
his
mouth
at
a
jaunty
angle
.
His
right
arm
was
around
the
shoulders
of
the
woman
in
the
sarong
,
and
his
right
band
was
gently
and
absently
stroking
her
right
breast
.
He
was
looking
at
the
dog
-
man
with
amused
contempt
as
he
sang
.
