Juan Gris Violin and Guitar

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We’re shooting first thing in the morning,’ said Dibbler.
‘But Mr Silverfish said I wasn’t going to work in this town again-’ Victor began.
Dibbler opened his mouth, and hesitated just for a moment. ‘Ah. Yes. But I’m going to give you another chance,’ he said, speaking quite slowly for once. ‘Yeah. A chance. Like, you’re young people. Headstrong. Young once myself. Dibbler, I thought, even if it means cutting your own throat, give ‘em a chance. Lower wages, of
Dibbler waved a finger under his nose, and then hesitated.
‘I like it!’ he said eventually. ‘Tough bargainer! OK. Three dollars.’
‘Fifteen.’
‘Five’s my last offer, kid. There’s thousacourse. A dollar a day, how about that?’ Victor saw the look of sudden hope on Ginger’s face. He opened his mouth. ‘Fifteen dollars,’ said a voice. It wasn’t his. He shut his mouth. ‘What?’ said Dibbler. Victor opened his mouth. ‘Fifteen dollars. Renegot’ble after a week. Fifteen dollars or nuffin’.’ Victor shut his mouth, his eyes rolling.nds of people down there who’d jump at it, right?’
‘Name two, Mr Dibbler.’