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little devils too,' said Lady Selachii. 'Sharp as needles.'
'You know,' Vimes shook his head, 'you know, that's what's so damn annoying, isn't it? The way they can be so incapable of any rational There was a wine bottle near his hand, despite Will-ikins' tactful best efforts to remove it. The neck looked invitingly grippable—
He was aware of eyes on him. He looked across the table into the face of a man who was watching him intently and whose last contribution to the conversation had been 'Could you be so kind as to pass me the seasonings, captain?' There was nothing remarkable about the face, except for the gaze – which was absolutely calm and mildly amused. It was Dr Cruces. Vimes had the strong impression that his thoughts were being read.thought and so bloody shrewd at the same time.'Only Vimes saw the look Lady Ramkin flashed him. Lord Eorle stubbed out his cigar.'They just move in and take over. And work away like ants all the time real people should be getting some sleep. It's not natural.'Vimes' mind circled the comment and compared it to the earlier one about a decent day's work.'Well, one of them won't be working so hard,' said Lady Omnius. 'My maid said one of them was found in the river this morning. Probably some tribal war or something.''Hah . . . it's a start, anyway,' said Lord Eorle, laughing. 'Not that anyone will notice one more or less.'Vimes smiled brightly.
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