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"
Since
yesterday
,
of
course
.
"
"
You
can
’
t
have
a
heritage
in
a
day
,
"
said
Carrot
.
"
It
has
to
last
a
long
time
.
"
"
If
we
haven
’
t
got
one
,
"
said
Sergeant
Colon
,
"
I
bet
we
’
ll
soon
have
had
one
.
My
wife
left
me
a
note
about
it
.
All
these
years
,
and
she
turns
out
to
be
a
monarchist
.
"
He
kicked
the
pavement
viciously
.
"
Huh
!
"
he
said
.
"
A
man
knocks
his
pipes
out
for
thirty
years
to
put
a
bit
of
meat
on
the
table
,
but
all
she
’
s
talking
about
is
some
boy
who
gets
to
be
king
for
five
minutes
’
work
.
Know
what
was
for
my
tea
last
night
?
Beef
dripping
sandwiches
!
"
This
did
not
have
the
expected
response
from
the
two
bachelors
.
"
Cor
!
"
said
Nobby
.
"
Real
beef
dripping
?
"
said
Carrot
.
"
The
kind
with
the
little
crunchy
bits
on
top
?
And
shiny
blobs
of
fat
?
"
"
Can
’
t
remember
when
I
last
addressed
the
crust
on
a
bowl
of
dripping
,
"
mused
Nobby
,
in
a
gastronomic
heaven
.
"
With
just
a
bit
of
salt
and
pepper
,
you
’
ve
got
a
meal
fit
for
a
k
-
"
"
Don
’
t
even
say
it
,
"
warned
Colon
.
"
The
best
bit
is
when
you
stick
the
knife
in
and
crack
the
fat
and
all
the
browny
gold
stuff
bubbles
up
,
"
said
Carrot
dreamily
.
"
A
moment
like
that
is
worth
a
ki
-
"
