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’
And
I
saw
you
ride
straight
through
a
window
.
’
’
Yes
,
but
that
was
on
business
,
’
declared
Mort
,
waving
his
hands
in
the
air
.
That
wasn
’
t
everyday
,
that
’
s
different
.
And
—
’
He
paused
.
The
way
you
’
re
looking
at
me
,
’
he
said
.
They
looked
at
me
the
same
way
in
the
inn
this
evening
.
What
’
s
wrong
?
’
’
It
was
the
way
you
waved
your
arm
straight
through
the
bedpost
,
’
said
Keli
faintly
.
Mort
stared
at
his
hand
,
and
then
rapped
it
on
the
wood
.
’
See
?
’
he
said
.
’
Solid
.
Solid
arm
,
solid
wood
.
’
’
You
said
people
looked
at
you
in
an
inn
?
’
said
Cutwell
.
’
What
did
you
do
,
then
?
Walk
through
the
wall
?
’
’
No
!
I
mean
,
no
,
I
just
drank
this
drink
,
I
think
it
was
called
scrumble
—
’
’
Scumble
?
’
