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So Tom and Bertram move to London and become milliners instead. Bertram sniffs wistfully at the mercury and loads Tom’s arms up with various hats.

Tom gives him a hatful glare.

“I do still loathe you,” Tom says, “You know.”

“That’s fine, boy,” Bertram Gulley says.

“I’ll kill you when I’ve got a good chance!”

But he doesn’t.

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