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He has listened to conversation noise, to a jingling of the table
silver also has decided that it is necessary to slip away from here far away and somewhat quicker.
Then he has remembered how gently the wolf has seized it for a hand and has withdrawn it
from a metal tomb of the kid. Then it has straightened shoulders and has entered.
Some persons have slipped on it sights, and have then returned to meal
and to conversations. Lloyd sitting at the big table in the centre of a hall, has raised a hand and
has waved. The garbage tank has approached. At a table sat three more persons. All of them
ate fried eggs with a ham.
-- Impose to itself, - lloyd has told. - At us here
The garbage tank took a tray and has followed in the portion. Standing up for a rack
the thick person in a dirty cook dressing gown attentively looked at it.
-- You mr. Horgan? - Has shy asked the garbage tank.
Horgan has grinned.
-- Yes, but you will call me uitni. You feel better? When you
has come, you looked as the divine anger.
-- Much better.
-- Choose that you want. I am glad that you here, the guy.
-- Thanks, - the garbage tank has told.
It has returned to lloyd's table.
-- Garbage, this person - ken demott. Here this guy with a bald head -
hector drogan. And this fellow whom that tries to grow at itself on the person,
that in such abundance grows at it in a bum, names itself the trump as.
All zakivali to it.
-- And it is our new friend, - lloyd has told. - His name is the garbage tank.
A series of hand shakes has followed. The garbage tank was accepted to fried eggs. Then
it has lifted eyes on the young man with a making the way small beard and has asked
silent polite voice:
-- you could not transfer me salt, mr.