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want me to do next, sir?'
'Send them out in squads, sergeant. At least one human, one dwarf and one troll in each.'
'Yessir. What'll they be doing, sir?'
'They'll be being 'I know. It's not right. People ought to think for themselves, Captain Vimes says. The problem is, people only think for themselves if you tell them to. How do you spell "eventuality"?'
'I don't.'
'OK.' Carrot still didn't look around. 'We'll hold the city togethvisible, sergeant.''Right, sir. Sir? One of the volunteers just now . . . it's Mr Bleakley, sir. From Elm Street? He's a vampire, well. technic'ly, but he works up at the slaughterhouse so it's not really—''Thank him very much and send him home, sergeant.'Colon glanced at Angua.'Yessir. Right,' he said reluctantly. 'But he's not a problem, it's just that he needs these extra homogoblins in his bio—''No!''Right. Fine. I'll, er, I'll tell him to go away, then.'Colon shut the door. The hinge leered.'They call you sir,' said Angua. 'Do you notice that?'
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Albert Moore Shells
Albert Moore ShellsAlbert Moore MidsummerAlbert Moore Idyll
him.
“No! “You are king. You could tell him not to.”
“Don’t like to, really. He’s so keen.”
A large log crackled into two across the iron dogs.
“Can you really get books about... that?”
“You can get books about anything.”
They both stared at the fire. Verence thought: she doesn’t like being a queen, I can see that, but that’s what you are when you marry a king, all the books say so ...Why?”“Nanny was trying to give me motherly advice. It was all I could do to keep a straight face. Honestly, they both treat me as if I’m a big child.”“Oh, no. Nothing like that.”They sat on either side of the huge fireplace, both crim-son with embarrassment.152iOROS ft/VO iftQf£6Then Magrat said: “Er . . . you did send off for that book, did you? You know . . . the one with the wood-cuts?”“Oh, yes. Yes, I did.”“It ought to have arrived by now.”“Well, we only get a mail coach once a week. I expect it’ll come tomorrow. I’m fed up with running down there every week in case Shawn gets there first.”
him.
“No! “You are king. You could tell him not to.”
“Don’t like to, really. He’s so keen.”
A large log crackled into two across the iron dogs.
“Can you really get books about... that?”
“You can get books about anything.”
They both stared at the fire. Verence thought: she doesn’t like being a queen, I can see that, but that’s what you are when you marry a king, all the books say so ...Why?”“Nanny was trying to give me motherly advice. It was all I could do to keep a straight face. Honestly, they both treat me as if I’m a big child.”“Oh, no. Nothing like that.”They sat on either side of the huge fireplace, both crim-son with embarrassment.152iOROS ft/VO iftQf£6Then Magrat said: “Er . . . you did send off for that book, did you? You know . . . the one with the wood-cuts?”“Oh, yes. Yes, I did.”“It ought to have arrived by now.”“Well, we only get a mail coach once a week. I expect it’ll come tomorrow. I’m fed up with running down there every week in case Shawn gets there first.”
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