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She nodded. "Aye, yeh've got it now."
"Do you have any advice on how to pick someone's pocket?"
"Well, nicking someone's purse isn't as hard as yeh would think..." Annah
shrugged. "It's mostly a-matter o' doing it quick and gentle-like, so they
don't feel their purses gettin' lighter. If yeh're havin' a hard time of it, it may
be in the way yeh're doin' it." She nodded at me. "Show me."
I looked around, "It's rather late and no one's about except the Harmonium.
Besides, I don't want to pick someone's pockets just randomly with you
watching."
"Nay, try and nick some jink from me. I'll tell yeh what yeh're doing wrong,"
it was a much more patient response than I expected for such a thick
question.
"All right... uh, where do you keep it?"
"That's what yeh have to find out, if yeh want to be a true-blooded thief."
My tongue suddenly felt thick, and a touch of warmth flooded to my cheeks,
"All right... let me try and nick... er, pick pocket you for it."
As soon as I made a move towards her, Annah held up her hand. "All right,
stop - yeh've already messed up, yeh have."
"What?"
"Yeh have to watch yeh're approach, yeh do - yeh can't just be a thokola an'
muscle yer way up to yer mark - especially when yeh look like yeh do."
Annah suddenly put her hands on her hips and turned to look off to my side,
as if disinterested. "Yeh got to act like the mark is nothin' to yeh - less than
nothin'. Yeh don't care what he's got at all."
"All right - so I act like I don't care," my fingers twitched, as if my nerves
were failing me, but I posed as she directed, "What then?"
"Then yeh got to make sure yeh strike at the right time - I usually do it when
I move by someone; yeh should do it right after yeh move by someone,
'cause they'll probably be too frightened tae turn around to see where
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