Here, boy, just down the hall. Aye, 'tis a great many stairs, and hardly a window t'see by even in the day. Can't afford the tallow, half the time.
Nay, come in. Ne'er fear, I'll no assault ye, unless ye're selling that as well. Just the pennies, then? Rest yerself for two shakes.
Oh! Ye startled me, boy, a-comin' up on pitter-pat cat feet. I'm seeking my coin-purse, don't ye fret... here, what's that? The shadows gi' ye a strange look...
Oh. I see.
Do it hurt much? Good on ye, then. As much mercy as I've earned, I s'pose.
Interview: Jeff Carlson
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