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Not
wishing
to
appear
disrespectful
,
however
,
he
took
a
swig
.
The
crowd
watched
him
,
counting
under
its
breath
.
Mort
felt
something
was
being
demanded
of
him
.
’
Nice
,
’
he
said
,
’
very
refreshing
.
’
He
took
another
sip
.
’
Bit
of
an
acquired
taste
,
’
he
added
,
’
but
well
worth
the
effort
,
I
’
m
sure
.
’
There
were
one
or
two
mutters
of
discontent
from
the
back
of
the
crowd
.
’
He
’
s
been
watering
the
scumble
,
that
’
s
what
’
tis
.
’
’
Nay
,
thou
knowst
what
happens
if
you
lets
a
drop
of
water
touch
scumble
.
’
The
landlord
tried
to
ignore
this
.
’
You
like
it
?
’
he
said
to
Mort
,
in
pretty
much
the
same
tone
of
voice
people
used
when
they
said
to
St
George
,
’
You
killed
a
what
?
’
’
It
’
s
quite
tangy
,
’
said
Mort
.
’
And
sort
of
nutty
.
’
’
Excuse
me
,
’
said
the
landlord
,
and
gently
took
the
mug
out
of
Mort
’
s
hand
.
He
sniffed
at
it
,
then
wiped
his
eyes
.
