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"
Ah
,
"
said
the
others
,
unaccountably
relieved
.
"
And
then
there
’
s
wear
and
tear
on
peas
,
"
he
added
.
"
Well
,
there
would
be
,
"
said
the
woman
,
uncertainly
.
"
Having
to
sleep
on
them
all
the
time
,
"
said
the
monarchist
.
"
Not
to
mention
hundreds
of
mattresses
.
"
"
Right
.
"
"
Is
that
so
?
I
think
I
could
get
’
em
for
him
wholesale
,
"
said
Throat
.
He
turned
to
Vimes
,
who
had
been
listening
to
all
this
with
leaden
depression
.
"
See
,
Captain
?
And
you
’
d
be
in
the
royal
guard
,
I
expect
.
Get
some
plumes
in
your
helmet
.
"
"
Ah
,
pageantry
,
"
said
the
monarchist
,
pointing
with
his
pipe
.
"
Very
important
.
Lots
of
spectacles
.
"
"
What
,
free
?
"
said
Throat
.
"
We
-
ell
,
I
think
maybe
you
have
to
pay
for
the
frames
,
"
said
the
monarchist
.
