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"
A
full
apology
,
mark
you
.
I
have
a
position
to
maintain
,
"
he
added
.
"
Thank
you
.
Do
not
let
me
detain
you
,
"
said
the
Patrician
,
once
again
giving
the
language
his
own
individual
spin
.
"
Right
.
Good
.
Thank
you
.
Very
well
,
"
said
the
thief
.
’
’
After
all
,
you
have
such
a
lot
of
work
to
do
,
’
’
Lord
Vetinari
went
on
.
"
Well
,
of
course
this
is
the
case
.
"
The
thief
hesitated
.
The
Patrician
’
s
last
remark
had
barbs
on
it
.
You
found
yourself
waiting
for
him
to
strike
.
"
Er
,
"
he
said
,
hoping
for
a
clue
.
"
With
so
much
business
being
conducted
,
that
is
.
"
Panic
took
over
the
thief
’
s
features
.
Randomised
guilt
flooded
his
mind
.
It
wasn
’
t
a
case
of
what
had
he
done
,
it
was
a
question
of
what
the
Patrician
had
found
out
about
.
The
man
had
eyes
everywhere
,
none
of
them
so
terrifying
as
the
icy
blue
ones
just
above
his
nose
.
"
I
,
er
,
don
’
t
quite
follow
.
.
.
"
he
began
.
"
Curious
choice
of
targets
.
"
The
Patrician
picked
up
a
sheet
of
paper
.
"
For
example
,
a
crystal
ball
belonging
to
a
fortune
teller
in
Sheer
Street
.
A
small
ornament
from
the
temple
of
Offler
the
Crocodile
God
.
And
so
on
.
Gewgaws
.
"
