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The beggar wrapped his velvet cloak around him.
- "You couldn't by any chance spare-" he paused, calculating a sum in accordance with his station- "about three hundred dollars for a twelve-course civic banquet, could you?"
- "No."
- "Fair enough. Fair enough," said the chief beggar amiably. He sighed. It wasn't a rewarding job, being chief beggar. It was the differentials that did for you. Low-grade beggars made a reasonable enough living on pennies, but people tended to look the other way when you asked them for a sixteen-bedroom mansion for the night.