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He
stumbled
out
of
the
door
and
walked
hurriedly
down
the
dark
,
overgrown
path
.
He
could
feel
her
gaze
on
the
back
of
his
neck
as
he
did
so
or
,
at
least
,
he
told
himself
that
he
could
.
She
’
d
be
standing
in
the
doorway
,
nearly
blocking
out
the
light
.
Just
watching
me
.
But
I
’
m
not
going
to
look
back
,
he
thought
.
That
would
be
a
really
silly
thing
to
do
.
I
mean
,
she
’
s
a
lovely
person
,
she
’
s
got
a
lot
of
common
sense
and
an
enormous
personality
,
but
really
.
.
.
I
’
m
not
going
to
look
back
,
even
if
she
stands
there
while
I
walk
all
the
way
down
the
street
.
Sometimes
you
have
to
be
cruel
to
be
kind
.
So
when
he
heard
the
door
shut
when
he
was
only
halfway
down
the
drive
he
suddenly
felt
very
,
very
angry
,
as
if
he
had
just
been
robbed
.
He
stood
still
and
clasped
and
unclasped
his
hands
in
the
darkness
.
He
wasn
’
t
Captain
Vimes
any
more
,
he
was
Citizen
Vimes
,
which
meant
that
he
could
do
things
he
’
d
once
never
dreamt
of
doing
.
Perhaps
he
could
go
and
smash
some
windows
.
No
,
that
wouldn
’
t
be
any
good
.
He
wanted
more
than
that
.
To
get
rid
of
that
bloody
dragon
,
to
get
his
job
back
,
to
get
his
hands
on
whoever
was
behind
all
this
,
to
forget
himself
just
once
and
hit
someone
until
he
was
exhausted
.
.
.
He
stared
at
nothing
.
Down
below
the
city
was
a
mass
of
smoke
and
steam
.
He
wasn
’
t
thinking
of
that
,
though
.
He
was
thinking
of
a
running
man
.
And
,
further
back
in
the
fuddled
mists
of
his
life
,
a
boy
running
to
keep
up
.
And
under
his
breath
he
said
,
"
Any
of
them
get
out
?
"
Sergeant
Colon
finished
the
proclamation
and
looked
around
at
the
hostile
crowd
.
"
Don
’
t
blame
me
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
just
read
the
things
.
I
don
’
t
write
’
em
.
"
