Marc Chagall The Concert

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the weight of all them rhinestones.'
'I expect it was.'
'They let me do pretty much as I like,' said Gaspode.
'I can see that.'
'Sometimes I don't go home for, oh, days at a time.'
'Right?'
'Weeks, sometimes.'
'Sure.'
'But Gaspode whimpered a little.
'You want to be careful, you know. A young bitch like you can meet real trouble in this dog's city.'
They had reached the wooden jetty behind Hammer-hock's workshop.
'How d'you—' Angua paused.
There was a mixture of smells here, but the overpowering one was as sharp as a saw.
'Fireworks?'they're always so glad to see me when I do,' said Gaspode.'I thought you said you slept up at the University,' said Angua, as they dodged a cart in Rime Street.For a moment Gaspode smelled uncertain, but he recovered magnificently.'Yeah, right,' he said. 'We-ell, you know how it is, families . . . All them kids picking you up, giving you biscuits and similar, people pattin' you the whole time. Gets on yer nerves. So I sleeps up there quite often.''Right.''More often than not, point of fact.''Really?'