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Carrot stared straight ahead of him with the glistening air of one busting with duty and efficiency and an absolute resolve to duck and dodge any direct questions put to him.
'I—' Vimes picked up the paper again, put it down, picked it up, and then passed it over to Sybil.
'My word!' ignorance.
There was another dangerous silence.
'But, of course,' said Vimes, 'there's no possible way I could oversee this sort of thing.'
'What do you mean, sir?' said Carrot.she said. 'A knighthood? Not a moment too soon, either!''Oh, no! Not me! You know what I think about the so-called aristocrats in this city – apart from you, Sybil, of course.''Perhaps it's about time the general stock was improved, then,' said Lady Ramkin.'His lordship did say,' said Carrot, 'that no part of the package was negotiable, sir. I mean, it's all or nothing, if you understand me.''All . . .?''Yessir.''. . . or nothing.''Yessir.'Vimes drummed his ringers on the table.'You've won, haven't you?' he said. 'You've won.''Sir? Don't understand, sir,' said Carrot, radiating honest
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