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"
Source
of
family
pride
,
that
.
"
"
Yes
,
ma
’
am
.
"
"
Quite
a
few
of
them
have
died
in
other
people
’
s
,
of
course
.
"
Captain
Vimes
’
s
teacup
rattled
in
its
saucer
.
"
Yes
,
ma
’
am
,
"
he
said
.
"
Captain
is
such
a
dashing
title
,
I
’
ve
always
thought
.
"
She
gave
him
a
bright
,
brittle
smile
.
"
I
mean
,
colonels
and
so
on
are
always
so
stuffy
,
majors
are
pompous
,
but
one
always
feels
somehow
that
there
is
something
delightfully
dangerous
about
a
captain
.
What
was
it
you
had
to
show
me
?
"
Vimes
gripped
his
parcel
like
a
chastity
belt
.
"
I
wondered
,
"
he
faltered
,
"
how
big
swamp
.
.
.
er
.
.
.
"
He
stopped
.
Something
dreadful
was
happening
to
his
lower
regions
.
Lady
Ramkin
followed
his
gaze
.
"
Oh
,
take
no
notice
of
bun
,
"
she
said
cheerfully
.
"
Hit
him
with
a
cushion
if
he
’
s
a
bother
.
"
A
small
elderly
dragon
had
crawled
out
from
under
his
chair
and
placed
its
jowly
muzzle
in
Vimes
’
s
lap
.
It
stared
up
at
him
soulfully
with
big
brown
eyes
and
gently
dribbled
something
quite
corrosive
,
by
the
feel
of
it
,
over
his
knees
.
And
it
stank
like
the
ring
around
an
acid
bath
.
