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"I'll have nothing to do with it!"
Noureddin Ali was pained and upset. Grim had pricked his conceit--had sent thrust home where he kept his susceptibilities. He blinked, peered this and that way, exchanged glances with the alligator person, and then tucked his legs up under him.