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"
There
you
are
.
Proves
it
.
You
didn
’
t
see
‘
em
:
you
aren
’
t
blind
.
Everyone
else
saw
‘
em
"
—
he
waved
an
expressive
arm
—
"
all
’
s
blind
’
s
bats
.
Bloody
comets
,
I
say
.
"
I
poured
myself
a
third
brandy
,
wondering
whether
there
might
not
be
something
in
what
he
was
saying
.
"
Everyone
blind
?
"
I
repeated
.
"
Thash
it
.
All
of
‘
em
.
Prob
’
ly
everyone
in
th
’
world
—
’
cept
you
,
’
he
added
as
an
afterthought
.
"
How
do
you
know
?
"
I
asked
.
"
‘
S
’
easy
.
Listen
!
"
he
said
.
We
stood
side
by
side
,
leaning
on
the
bar
of
the
dingy
pub
,
and
listened
.
There
was
nothing
to
be
heard
—
nothing
but
the
rustle
of
a
dirty
newspaper
blown
down
the
empty
street
Such
a
quietness
held
everything
as
cannot
have
been
known
in
those
parts
for
a
thousand
years
and
more
.
"
See
what
I
mean
?
‘
S
’
obvious
,
"
said
the
man
.
