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down Robert de Niro hair above proliferating eyebrows, Maslama didn't look the crawling type, but that's what he was _doing_, all right, on his goddamn _belly_, pushing his staff aside, _I'll attend to the gentleman myself_, bowing and scraping, walking backwards, would you believe? -- Anyway, the stranger had this _fat money-belt_ under his shirt and started hauling out numbers of high-denomination notes; he pointed at a turns to the whole store and yells at the top of his voice, _I am the right hand of God_. -- Straight up, you wouldn't credit it, the bloody day of judgment was at hand. -- Maslama was right out of it after that, well shaken trumpet on a high shelf, _that's the one_, just like that, hardly looked at it, and Mr. Maslama was up the ladder _pronto_, I"ll--get--it--I--said--I"ll--get--it, and now the truly amazing part, he tried to refuse payment, Maslama!, it was no no _sir_ no charge _sir_, but the stranger paid anyway, stuffing the notes into Maslama's upper jacket-pocket as if he were some sort of _bellhop_, you had to be there, and last of all the customer
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