’Youcan’tunderstand，BessWeareinsightoflandnow，andsoonweshallliebackandthinkaboutwhatwe’vedoneI’llgiveyouthreemonths’paywhenthepicture’sfinished，andnexttimeIhaveanymoreworkinhand——butthatdoesn’tmatterWon’tthreemonths’paymakeyouhatemeless？’
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’He’sdoingfirst-classwork，’hesaidtotheNilghai，’andit’squiteoutofhisregularlineBut，forthematterofthat，so’shisinfernalsoaking。’
’NevermindLeavehimaloneWhenhehascometohissensesagainwe’llcarryhimofffromthisplaceandlethimbreathecleanair。