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and pathetic dragon made out of papier-mache and holding a collection box, chained very heavily to the wall, and bearing the sign: Don't Let My Flame Go Out.
This was where Lady Sybil Ramkin spent most of her days.
She was, Vimes had been told, the richest after the initial confusion. After all, the worst had already happened. At least . . . with any luck.
IF YOU WOULD CARE TO FOLLOW ME . . .
'Will there be custard pies? Red noses? Juggling? Are there likely to be baggy trousers?'
NO.in the air. Beano waited. Edward was frantically patting his face . . . well, what until recently had been his face.
I WONDER . . . CAN WE START AGAIN? I DON'T SEEM TO HAVE THE HANG OF THIS.
'Sorry?' said Beano.
'I'm s-orry!' moaned Edward, 'I meant it for the best!'
Beano watched his murderer
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