There were many chimneystacks in the nexus, billowing black, sooty smoke, and here and there, one might be hearing the scrambling of shoes against tiled roofs, or scraping inside inside the stacks
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"I find auspice in cats, of any color," observes a pale woman. She must think well of cats, as her skirt is flanked by a pair of kittens; one black and attentive, the other white and sleepy-eyed. "And fortune certainly favors an honored vow. Good afternoon, sir."
"Well..." He isn't going to ask about how these words appear in his head. "It's kind of what happens when you go about and clearing up chimneys for a livin', miss."
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"Why, it is an honest-to-goodness chimney sweep! How nice to meet you! Would you care for a Toot Sweet?"
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