the sofa, eh?' 'Hah!' 'You're a good man, Mister Oats?' said Granny, conversationally, as the echoes (...) Shoes[/url]died away. 'Even without your holy book and holy amulet and holy hat?' 'Er . . . I try to be . . .' he ventured. 'Well . . . this is where you find out,' said Granny. 'To the fire we come at last, Mister Oats. This is where we both find out.' Nanny -
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