William Etty Hero and Leander

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said, in a voice that would have been even chillier if it was not already at absolute zero, No.
One said, Sorry. Just my little joke.
One said, Besides, sometimes he wonders about his job. Such speculation is dangerous.
One said, No argument there.

One, who seemed to have been thinking about something, said, Just one moment. Did you not just use the singular pronoun, ‘my’? Not developing a personality, are you?
One said, guiltily, Who? Us?
One said. space on the back of a giant turtle.
One said, Oh, one of that sort. I hate them.
One said, You’re doing it again. You said ‘I’.
One said, No! No! I didn’t! I never said ‘I’! . . . oh, bugger . . . It burst into flame ?iyld? burned in the same way that a small cloud of vapour burns, quickly and with no residual mess. Almost immediately, another one appeared. It was identical in appearance to its vanished sibling. One Where there is personality, there is discord.One said. Yes. Yes. Very true.One said, All right. But watch it in future.One said, Then we are agreed?They looked up at the face of Azrael, outlined against the sky. In fact, it ?loas? the sky.Azrael nodded, slowly.One said, Very well. Where is this place?One said, It is the Discworld. It rides through