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 That's a right toast, Sara Tansey. Now, Christy.

What is it you're wanting?

An ounce of tobacco.

Have you tuppence?

I've forgotten my purse.

Then you'd best be getting it and not be fooling us here. (To the Widow Quin, with more elaborate scorn.) And what is it you're wanting, Widow Quin?