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"
I
don
’
t
think
I
should
like
to
live
where
you
come
from
,
"
said
Nobby
.
"
Look
,
"
said
Carrot
,
thoroughly
lost
,
"
I
came
because
Mr
Varneshi
said
it
was
the
finest
job
in
the
world
,
upholding
the
law
and
everything
.
That
’
s
right
,
isn
’
t
it
?
"
"
Well
,
er
,
"
said
Nobby
.
"
As
to
that
.
.
.
I
mean
,
upholding
the
Law
.
.
.
I
mean
,
once
,
yes
,
before
we
had
all
the
Guilds
and
stuff
.
.
.
the
law
,
sort
of
thing
,
ain
’
t
really
,
I
mean
,
these
days
,
everything
’
s
more
.
.
.
oh
,
I
dunno
.
Basically
you
just
ring
your
bell
and
keep
your
head
down
.
’
’
Nobby
sighed
.
Then
he
grunted
,
snatched
his
hourglass
from
his
belt
,
and
peered
in
at
the
rapidly
-
draining
sand
grains
.
He
put
it
back
,
pulled
the
leather
muffler
off
his
bell
’
s
clapper
,
and
shook
it
once
or
twice
,
not
very
loudly
.
"
Twelve
of
the
clock
,
"
he
muttered
,
"
and
all
’
s
well
.
"
"
And
that
’
s
it
,
is
it
?
"
said
Carrot
,
as
the
tiny
echoes
died
away
.
"
More
or
less
.
More
or
less
.
"
Nobby
took
a
quick
drag
on
his
dog
-
end
.
"
Just
that
?
No
moonlight
chases
across
rooftops
?
No
swinging
on
chandeliers
?
Nothing
like
that
?
"
said
Carrot
.
"
Shouldn
’
t
think
so
,
"
said
Nobby
fervently
.
"
I
never
done
anything
like
that
.
No
-
one
ever
said
anything
to
me
about
that
.
"
He
snatched
a
puff
on
the
cigarette
.
"
A
man
could
catch
his
death
of
cold
,
chasing
around
on
rooftops
.
I
reckon
I
’
ll
stick
to
the
bell
,
if
it
’
s
all
the
same
to
you
.
"
"
Can
I
have
a
go
?
"
said
Carrot
.
