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of meat in the middle of a piranha school.
Everyone dealt with it in their own way. Colon never thought about it, and Nobby didn't worry about it, and the new ones hadn't been in long enough to be worn down by it, and Carrot . . . was just himself.
Hundreds of people She stopped when she saw his expression. 'There's something wrong, isn't there?'
'I'm not going back,' said Vimes.
'Really? Last week you said you'd do a full watch. You said you were looking forward to it.'
Not much gets past old Sybil, Vimes thought.died in the city every day, often of suicide. So what did a few more matter?The Vimes inside hammered on the walls.There were quite a few coaches outside the Ramkin mansion, and the place seemed to be infested with assorted female relatives and Interchangeable Emmas. They were baking things and polishing things. Vimes strolled through, more or less unregarded.He found Sybil out in the dragon house, in her rubber boots and protective dragon armour. She was mucking out, apparently blissfully unaware of the controlled uproar in the mansion.She looked up as the door shut behind Vimes.'Oh, there you are. You're home early,' she said. 'I couldn't stand the fuss, so I came out here. But I'll have to go and change soon—'