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Yes, m'm," said the maid beside her.
"What about up several social classes.
"Pray hexcuse us," she said. "You find us hall at sixes and sevens, it being washing day and heverything. His this a courtesy call or may I make so bold as to ask -"she lowered her voice -" his there a message from the Hother Sade?"
Granny looked blank, but only a fraction of a second. The witchmarks on tincture of myrryt?" "Yes, m'm. It just turned it blue, m'm." "Well, it's a new one on me," said the laundry woman. "And Ay've seen brimstone and soot and dragon blood and demon blood and Aye don't know what else." She turned the vest over and read the nametape carefully sewn inside. "Hmm. Granpone the White. He's going to be Granpone the Grey if he doesn't take better care of his laundry. Aye tell you, girl, a white magician is just a black magician with a good housekeeper. Take it -" She caught sight of Granny, and stopped. "Ee ocked hat hee oor," said Granny's guide, dropping a hurried curtsey. "Oo ed hat -" "Yes, yes, thank you, Ksandra, you may go," said the fat woman. She stood up and beamed at Granny, and with an almost perceptible click wound her voice
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