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Peewit," said a peewit, very remote.
Peewit, indeed!" said Mr. Thomas Marvel. "This ain't no time for
foolery." The down was desolate, east and west, north and south;
the road with its shallow ditches and white bordering stakes, ran
smooth and empty north and south, and, save for that peewit, the
blue sky was empty too. "So help me," said Mr. Thomas Marvel,
shuffling his coat on to his shoulders again. "It's the drink!
I might ha' known."
"It's not the drink," said the Voice. "You keep your nerves
steady."
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Ow!" said Mr. Marvel, and his face grew white amidst its patches.
It's the drink!" his lips repeated noiselessly. He remained staring
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about him, rotating slowly backwards. "I could have swore I heard
a voice," he whispered.
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Of course you did."
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It's there again," said Mr. Marvel, closing his eyes and clasping
his hand on his brow with a tragic gesture. He was suddenly taken
by the collar and shaken violently, and left more dazed than ever.
"Don't be a fool," said the Voice.
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