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| "... She chewed on it thoughtfully for a bit.
Then she hobbled slowly across to the pile of dead goat-like
things.
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back to the can.
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| She tried to unhook it from the sort of tripod-like
thing that it was hanging from.
`Can I help you?' said Arthur, jumping up politely.
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over.
Together they disengaged the tin from the tripod and carried
it awkwardly down the slight slope that led downwards from her
cave and towards a line of scrubby and gnarled trees, which
marked the edge of a steep but quite shallow gully, from, which
a whole new range of offensive smells was emanating.
`Ready?' said the old Lady.
`Yes...' said Arthur, though he didn't know for what.
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mostly harmless
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