Henri Rousseau Merry Jesters

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Windle clapped his hands together, and rubbed them thoughtfully.
‘Ah,’ he said, ‘that’s where we’re ahead of the game.’
He walked into the glow.
He’d never seen such bright light. It seemed to emanate from everywhere, hunting down every last shadow and eradicating it ruthlessly. It was much brighter than daylight without being anything like it - there was a blue edge to it that cut vision like a knife.
‘You all right, Count?’ he said.
‘Fine, fine,’ said Arthur.
Lupine growled.
Ludmilla . They wanted nearly seventy dollars to do our vault. Didn’t they, Arthur?’
‘Nearly seventy dollars,’ said Arthur.
‘I don’t think anyone built it,’ said Windle quietly. Cracks. There should be cracks, he thought. Edges and things, where one slab joins another. It shouldn’t be all one piece. And slightly sticky. ‘So Arthur did it himself.’
‘I did it myself.’pulled at a tangle of metal.‘There’s something under this, you know. It looks like . . . marble. Orange-coloured marble.’ She ran her hand over it. ‘But warm. Marble shouldn’t be warm, should it?’‘It can’t be marble. There can’t be this much marble in the whole world . . . vorld, ‘ said Doreen. ‘We tried to get marble for the vault,’ she tasted the sound of the word and nodded to herself, ‘the vault, yes. Those dwarfs should be shot, the prices they charge. It’s a disgrace.’ ‘I don’t think dwarfs built this,’ said Windle. He knelt down awkwardly to examine the floor.‘I shouldn’t think so, the lazy little buggers