Paul Cezanne Mount Sainte Victoire

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'Don't forget my twenty-five dollars,' he shouted.
'Aren't you going to chase the man?' said Angua, running to keep up.
'No point,' said Carrot, stepping sideways into an alley that was so narrow as to be barely visible. He strolled between the damp, moss-grown walls, in deep shadow.
'Interesting thing, and stuck out one arm into Zephire Street. There was a thud. Carrot's arm didn't move an inch. It must have been like running into a girder.
They looked down at the unconscious figure. Silver dollars rolled across the cobbles.
'Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear,' said Carrot. 'Poor old Here'n'now. He promised me he was going to give it up, too. Oh well He picked up a leg.
'How much money?' he said.
'Looks like three dollars,' said Angua.,' he said. 'I bet there's not many people know that you can get to Zephire Street from Broad Way. You ask anyone. They'll say you can't get out of the other end of Shirt Alley. But you can because, all you do, you go up Mormius Street, and then you can squeeze between these bollards here into Borborygmic Lane – good, aren't they, very good iron – and here we are in Whilom Alley—'He wandered to the end of the alley and stood listening for a while.'What are we waiting for?' said Angua.There was the sound of running feet. Carrot leaned against the wall