Okay, sir, my final offer: half a shekel for an old ex-leper? Did you say "ex-leper"? That's right, sir, 16 years behind a veil and proud of it, sir. Well, what happened? Oh, cured, sir. Cured? Yes sir, bloody miracle, sir. Bless you! Who cured you? Jesus did, sir. I was hopping along, minding my own business, all of a sudden, up he comes, cures me! One minute I'm a leper with a trade, next minute my livelihood's gone. Not so much as a by-your-leave! "You're cured, mate." Bloody do-gooder.