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’
I
saw
him
,
he
walked
right
through
the
wall
there
—
’
’
Oh
,
yeah
?
’
’
Yeah
!
’
’
Right
through
it
,
dint
you
see
?
’
’
Think
you
’
re
sharp
,
do
you
?
’
’
Sharp
enough
,
come
to
that
!
’
The
leader
scooped
his
knife
out
of
the
dirt
in
one
snaky
movement
.
’
Sharp
as
this
?
’
The
third
thief
lurched
over
to
the
wall
and
kicked
it
hard
a
few
times
,
while
behind
him
there
were
the
sounds
of
scuffle
and
some
damp
bubbling
noises
.
’
Yep
,
it
’
s
a
wall
okay
,
’
he
said
.
That
’
s
a
wall
if
ever
I
saw
one
.
How
d
’
you
think
they
do
it
,
lads
?
’
