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Nobby
shifted
uneasily
.
He
wasn
’
t
at
home
with
irony
.
"
No
,
sir
,
guv
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
’
s
all
the
go
,
this
style
.
"
This
was
broadly
true
.
There
was
a
current
fad
in
Ankh
for
big
,
feathered
hats
,
ruffs
,
slashed
doublets
with
gold
frogging
,
flared
pantaloons
and
boots
with
ornamental
spurs
.
The
trouble
was
,
Vimes
reflected
,
that
most
of
the
fashion
-
conscious
had
more
body
to
go
between
these
component
bits
,
whereas
all
that
could
be
said
of
Corporal
Nobbs
was
that
he
was
in
there
somewhere
.
It
might
be
advantageous
.
After
all
,
absolutely
no
-
one
would
ever
believe
,
when
they
saw
him
coming
down
the
street
,
that
here
was
a
member
of
the
Watch
trying
to
look
inconspicuous
.
It
occurred
to
Vimes
that
he
knew
absolutely
nothing
about
Nobbs
outside
working
hours
.
He
couldn
’
t
even
remember
where
the
man
lived
.
All
these
years
he
’
d
known
the
man
and
he
’
d
never
realised
that
,
in
his
secret
private
life
,
Corporal
Nobbs
was
a
bit
of
a
peacock
.
A
very
short
peacock
,
it
was
true
,
a
peacock
that
had
been
hit
repeatedly
with
something
heavy
,
perhaps
,
but
a
peacock
nonetheless
.
It
just
went
to
show
,
you
never
could
tell
.
He
brought
his
attention
back
to
the
business
in
hand
.
"
I
want
you
two
,
"
he
said
to
Nobbs
and
Colon
,
"
to
mingle
unobtrusively
,
or
obtrusively
in
your
case
,
Corporal
Nobbs
,
with
people
tonight
and
,
er
,
see
if
you
can
detect
anything
unusual
.
"
"
Unusual
like
what
?
"
said
the
sergeant
.
Vimes
hesitated
.
He
wasn
’
t
exactly
sure
himself
.
"
Anything
,
"
he
said
,
"
pertinent
.
"
