Page 197YOREL: We don’t often have visitors. So this extravagance feels appropriate to them.
SPONDULE: Not to you?
YOREL: Smoke*? I saw you had some. If you please.
*Tiek, or might be transliterated chek, from tiekeden, “burning thing” —ed
(Spondule lights a match, lights a cigarette in his mouth, and passes it up to Yorel)
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