Caravaggio St Jerome

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She'd masteredNobbs to whom you refer . . .'
'It's human? He's got a face like a join-the-dots puzzle!'
'He does have a very good collection of boils, poor man. He does tricks with them. Just never get between him and a mirror.'
Not many people were on the streets. It was too hot, even for an Ankh-Morpork summer. Heat radiated from every surface. The river slunk sullenly in the bottom of its bed, like a student around 11 a.m. People with no pressing business 'proceeding', too. It's a special walk devised by beat officers throughout the multiverse – a gentle lifting of the instep, a careful swing of the leg, a walking pace that can be kept up hour after hour, street after street. Lance-Constable Detritus wasn't going to be ready to learn 'proceeding' for some time, or at least until he stopped knocking himself out every time he saluted.'Sergeant Colon,' said Angua. 'He was the fat one, yes?''That's right.''Why has he got a pet monkey?''Ah,' said Carrot. 'I think it is Corporal