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"
Well
,
yes
,
but
what
about
her
ancestors
,
eh
?
You
don
’
t
get
big
houses
and
carriages
without
grindin
’
the
faces
of
the
poor
a
bit
.
"
"
You
’
re
just
annoyed
because
your
missus
has
been
embroidering
crowns
on
her
undies
,
"
said
Nobby
.
"
That
’
s
got
nothing
to
do
with
it
,
"
said
Sergeant
Colon
indignantly
.
"
I
’
ve
always
been
very
firm
on
the
rights
of
man
.
"
"
And
dwarf
,
"
said
Carrot
.
"
Yeah
,
right
,
"
said
the
sergeant
uncertainly
.
"
But
all
this
business
about
kings
and
lords
,
it
’
s
against
basic
human
dignity
.
We
’
re
all
born
equal
.
It
makes
me
sick
.
"
"
Never
heard
you
talk
like
this
before
,
Frederick
,
"
said
Nobby
.
"
It
’
s
Sergeant
Colon
to
you
,
Nobby
.
"
"
Sorry
,
Sergeant
.
"
The
fog
itself
was
shaping
up
to
be
a
real
Ankh
-
Morpork
autumn
gumbo
.
*
Vimes
squinted
through
it
as
the
droplets
buckled
down
to
a
good
day
’
s
work
soaking
him
to
the
skin
.
"
I
can
just
make
him
out
,
"
he
said
.
"
Turn
left
here
.
"
