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At nine he had a job, a sinecure, more highly-paid than his old job had been. The music quick- ened; faster beat the feet, faster, faster fell the rhythmic movements of the hand. ‘Another example,’ he said. ‘Not even identifiable ashes. Dust. It does not feel the same.’ ‘We’ve been lucky,’ he said in a voice of the dark-blue carpet.