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money?' he said. 'You come into my shop —'
'We didn't mean to,' said Twoflower quickly. 'We didn't notice it was there.'
'It wasn't,' said Bethan firmly. 'It's magical, isn't it?'
The small shopkeeper hesitated.
'Yes,' he reluctantly agreed. 'A bit.'
'A bit?'Better?' he demanded.
'It's an improvement,' said Twoflower, doubtfully. 'I liked the herbs best.'
At this point Rincewind groaned. He was about to wake up.' said Bethan. 'A bit magical?''Quite a bit, then,' he conceded, backing away, and, 'All right,' he agreed, as Bethan continued to glare at him. 'It's magical. I can't help it. The bloody door hasn't been and gone again, has it?''Yes, and we're not happy about that thing in the ceiling.'He looked up, and frowned. Then he disappeared through a little beaded doorway half-hidden among the merchandise. There was a lot of clanking and whirring, and the black globe disappeared into the shadows. It was replaced by, in succession, a bunch of herbs, a mobile Twoflower had never heard of but which was apparently a bedtime drink, a suit of armour and a stuffed crocodile of extreme pain and surprise.The shopkeeper reappeared.