John Singer Sargent Oyster Gatherers of Cancale painting

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The first man answered in a softer tone. "It isn't that I'm afraid. A magician without a beard is no magician at all. But
we're wasting our time. They left the road and cut across country as soon as they knew we were following. We could chase along here all night and never come up with them."
Another voice, wearier than the first two. "We have chased them all night. Look over there. Dawn is coming."
Molly found that she had wriggled halfway under Schmen-drick's black cloak and buried her face in a clump of spiny dead grass. She dared not raise her head, but she opened her eyes and saw that the air was growing strangely light. The second man said, "You're a fool. It's a good two hours to morning, and besides, we're heading west."
"In that case," the third voice replied, "I'm going home." Footsteps started briskly back up the road. The first man I just want to retrace our trail a little way. I still think I heard them, and I've dropped my tinderbox somewhere . . ." Molly could hear him edging off as he spoke.
"Damn you for cowards!" the second man swore. "Wait a moment