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My showman, his hard face sleek with sweat, insisted on counting out three huge platelike crown pieces into my lap -- for a douceur. I brushed them off on to the ground. "Only to clinch the bargain," he said. His teeth grinned at me as if he would gladly have swallowed me whole.
"Pick up the money," said I coldly, determined once and for all to keep him in his place. "It's early days yet. " But when my back was turned, covetous Adam took charge of it.