Malloy rolled over on one elbow. It was peculiar. They hadn't done that for three years.
Two of them came inside, thick men with disinterested faces.
"Try no sudden moves," one of them advised him.
"We will anticipate you," the other one added.
Malloy went through the unfamiliar process of standing up.
The big man looked up a second time and folded rows of pink sausages complacently. "So you want to be a Jockey, eh?"
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