Jean Fragonard The Swing

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'He's the one that has people's limbs torn off!' said Tomjon.
'How much do you owe him?' said Hwel.
'It's all right,' said Vitoller hurriedly, Tm keeping up the interest payments. More or less.'
'Yes, but how much does he want?'
'An arm and a leg.'
The dwarf and choice.'
Hwel frowned at the table. There were, he had to admit, some nice touches. Three witches was good. Two wouldn't be enough, four would be too many. They could be meddling with the destinies of mankind, and everything. Lots of smoke and green light. You could do a lot with three witches. It was surprising no-one had thought of it before.boy stared at him in horror. 'How could you have been so—''I did it for you two! Tomjon deserves a better stage, he doesn't want to go ruining his health sleeping in lattys and never knowing a home, and you, my man, you need somewhere settled, with all the proper things you ought to have, like trapdoors and . . . wave machines and so forth. You talked me into it, and I thought, they're right. It's no life out on the road, giving two performances a day to a bunch of farmers and going round with a hat afterwards, what sort of future is that? I thought, we've got to get a place somewhere, with comfortable seats for the gentry, people who don't throw potatoes at the stage. I said, blow the cost. I just wanted you to—''All right, all right!' shouted Hwel. 'I'll write it!''I'll act it,' said Tomjon.'I'm not forcing you, mind,' said Vitoller. 'It's your own