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"
Sir
?
’
’
The
four
of
them
bounced
gently
off
another
wall
and
began
another
slow
crabwise
waltz
across
the
alley
.
"
This
city
.
This
city
.
This
city
,
Sar
’
nt
.
This
city
is
a
,
is
a
,
is
a
Woman
,
Sarn
’
t
.
So
t
’
is
.
A
Woman
,
Sarn
’
t
.
Ancient
raddled
old
beauty
,
Sarn
’
t
.
Butifyoufallinlove
-
withher
,
then
,
then
,
then
shekicksyouinnateeth
-
"
"
’
s
woman
?
"
said
Colon
.
He
screwed
up
his
sweating
face
with
the
effort
of
thought
.
"
’
s
eight
miles
wide
,
sir
.
’
’
s
gotta
river
in
it
.
Lots
of
,
of
houses
and
stuff
,
sir
,
"
he
reasoned
.
"
Ah
.
Ah
.
Ah
.
"
Vimes
waggled
an
unsteady
finger
at
him
.
"
Never
,
never
,
never
said
it
wasa
small
woman
,
did
I
.
Be
fair
.
"
He
waved
the
bottle
.
Another
random
thought
exploded
in
the
froth
of
his
mind
.
"
We
showed
’
em
,
anyway
,
"
he
said
excitedly
,
as
the
four
of
them
began
an
oblique
shuffle
back
to
the
opposite
wall
.
"
Showed
them
,
dint
we
?
Taught
thema
forget
they
won
’
t
lesson
inna
hurry
,
eh
?
"
"
S
’
right
,
"
said
the
sergeant
,
but
not
very
enthusiastically
.
He
was
still
wondering
about
his
superior
officer
’
s
sex
life
.
But
Vimes
was
in
the
kind
of
mood
that
didn
’
t
need
encouragement
.
"
Hah
!
"
he
shouted
,
at
the
dark
alleyways
.
"
Don
’
like
it
,
eh
?
Taste
of
your
,
your
,
your
own
medicine
thingy
.
Well
,
now
you
can
bootle
in
your
trems
!
"
He
threw
the
empty
bottle
into
the
air
.
