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"
Oook
.
"
"
-
anthropoids
,
"
corrected
Lady
Ramkin
,
with
barely
a
break
in
the
flow
.
For
a
moment
the
rank
felt
as
though
they
had
just
returned
from
single
-
handedly
conquering
a
distant
province
.
They
felt
,
in
fact
,
tremendously
bucked
-
up
,
which
was
how
Lady
Ramkin
would
almost
certainly
have
put
it
and
which
was
definitely
several
letters
of
the
alphabet
away
from
how
they
normally
felt
.
Even
the
Librarian
felt
favoured
,
and
for
once
had
let
the
phrase
’
my
man
’
pass
without
comment
.
A
trickling
noise
and
a
strong
chemical
smell
prompted
them
to
look
around
.
Goodboy
Bindle
Featherstone
was
squatting
with
an
air
of
sheepish
innocence
alongside
what
was
not
so
much
a
stain
on
the
carpet
as
a
hole
in
the
floor
.
A
few
wisps
of
smoke
were
curling
up
from
the
edges
.
Lady
Ramkin
sighed
.
"
Don
’
t
you
worry
,
ma
’
am
,
"
volunteered
Nobby
cheerfully
.
"
Soon
have
that
cleaned
up
.
"
"
I
’
m
afraid
they
’
re
often
like
that
when
they
’
re
excited
,
"
she
said
.
"
Fine
specimen
you
got
there
,
ma
’
am
,
"
Nobby
went
on
,
revelling
in
the
new
-
found
experience
of
social
intercourse
.
