Granduncle Muldwych cackled incessantly, the storm lamp flickering angrily as he continued, “Now you listen here you little bastard, I've been here a long time, and these apes, they're not going to give in without a fight!”
“Then you will not help us?” The gaslight pleaded.
A twinkle lit Muldwych's sunken eyes as he settled back into his chair, arm folded over his chest. He looked around his cramped little book shop, turning his gaze to the window, and the cobbled, filthy streets beyond, a handsome's horse-drawn clopping past.
“Now, I didn't say that, now did I?”
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