Henri Matisse Spanish Still Life

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His clothes were soaked with dew.
His head felt full of wisps and whispers.
He stared at the stones.
The scumble jar was lying in the leather. After a moment or two he picked it up, and took an experimental swig. It was empty.
and knees looking for his hat. “Maybe when you gets ‘ome she’ll have married someone else, eh?”
“Maybe a hundred years’ll have gone past,” said Carter, hopefully.
“Cor, I hope so,” said Weaver, brightening up. “I had sevenpence invested in The Thrift Bank down in Ohulan. I’ll be a millionaire at complicated interest. I’ll be as rich as Creosote.”
“Who’s Creosote?” said Thatcher.
“Famous rich bugger,” said Barker, fishing one of his boots out of a peat pool. “Foreign.”
“Wasn’t he the one, everything he touched turned to gold?” said Carter.He nudged Weaver in the ribs with his boot.l Insert the usual “red-hot curried marbles” description here, if you like. 165Terry Pratchett“Wake up, you old bugger. We’ve been up here all night!”One by one, the Morris Men made the short but painful journey into consciousness.“I’m going to get some stick from our Eva when I get home,” moaned Carter.“You might not,” said Thatcher, who was on his hands
“Nah, that was someone else. Some king or other. That’s what