For a few seconds Ford seemed to ignore him, and stared fixedly into the sky like a rabbit trying to get run over by a car. Then suddenly he squatted down beside Arthur. “We’ve got to talk,” he said urgently. “Fine,” said Arthur, “talk.” “And drink,” said Ford. “It’s vitally important that we talk and drink. Now. We’ll go to the pub in the village.” He looked into the sky again, nervous, expectant. “Look, don’t you understand?” shouted Arthur. He pointed at Prosser. “That man wants to knock my house down!” Ford glanced at him, puzzled. “Well, he can do it while you’re away, can’t he?” he
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