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"
The
stinking
sneak
!
"
"
Did
you
hear
it
all
?
"
"
I
heard
what
that
stinking
sneak
did
.
"
"
Did
you
hear
what
you
did
?
"
The
driven
mouse
attacked
.
"
Who
cares
?
Everybody
does
it
.
It
’
s
the
way
the
cooky
crumbles
.
"
"
You
believe
that
?
"
"
Don
’
t
you
read
the
papers
?
Everybody
right
up
to
the
top
—
just
read
the
papers
.
You
get
to
feeling
holy
,
just
read
the
papers
.
I
bet
you
took
some
in
your
time
,
because
they
all
do
.
I
’
m
not
going
to
take
the
rap
for
everybody
.
I
don
’
t
care
about
anything
.
Except
that
stinking
sneak
.
"
Mary
awakens
slowly
,
but
she
was
awake
.
Perhaps
she
hadn
’
t
been
asleep
.
She
was
in
Ellen
’
s
room
,
sitting
on
the
edge
of
the
bed
.
The
street
light
made
her
plain
enough
with
shadows
of
leaves
moving
on
her
face
.
She
was
a
rock
,
a
great
granite
rock
set
in
a
tide
race
.
It
was
true
.
She
was
tough
as
a
boot
,
unmoving
,
unyielding
,
and
safe
.
"
Will
you
be
coming
to
bed
,
Ethan
?
"
