couldn’t stand it. I jumped up and went over to the next table. ‘Stop it!’ I was shaking with outrage. At that moment, the man half hobbled, half hopped over and began fumbling with his leg; suddenly he was holding the wooden leg in both hands. He brought it crashing down onto the table so that the glasses and ashtrays danced, and fell into an empty chair, laughing a squeaky, toothless laugh as the others laughed in a beery rumble along with him. ‘Stop it!’ they laughed, pointing at me. ‘Stop it!’
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