Jack Vettriano Mad Dogs

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Hibiscus shrugged. 'I don't care,' he said. 'But you owe me a dollar for the beer and twenty‑five dollars for the broken furniture–'
Cliff shut the door.
'I could negotiate with him,' said Glod.
'No, we can't afford it,' said Buddy.
They looked at one another.
'Well, the crowd loved us,' said Buddy. 'I think we were a big success. Er.'
In the silence Cliff bit the end off a beer bottle and poured the
'What we all .'
'"Good Gracious Miss Polly"?' said Glod.
'Er...'
'"Sto Helit Lace"?' said Cliff.
'Gook?'
'It's a kind of very fine lace they make iii the city of Sto Helit,' said Glod.
Glod gave Buddy a lopsided look.want to know is,' said Glod, 'what you thought you were doing out there?''Gook.''And how come,' said Cliff, crunching up the rest of the bottle, 'we all knew what to play?''Gook.''And also,' said Glod, 'what you were singing.''Er...'"Don't Tread On My New Blue Boots"?' said Cliff. 'Gook

John Constable Wivenhoe Park

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'I'm not happy about this,' said Susan. 'It can't possibly work. I'm human. I have to go to the toilet and things like that. I can't just walk into people's houses and kill them!'
SQUEAK.Susan looked at the wood. She could. Of course she could. More memories crystallized in front of her eyes. After all, it was only wood. It'd rot in a few hundred years. By the measure of infinity, it hardly existed at all. On average, considered over the lifetime of the multiverse, most things didn't.
She stepped forward. The heavy oak door offered as much resistance as a shadow.
Grieving relatives were clustered around the'All right, not kill. But it's not good manners, however you look at it.'A sign on the door said: Tradesmen to rear entrance. 'Do I count as–’SQUEAK!Susan normally would never have dreamed of asking. She'd always seen herself as a person who went through the front doors of life.The Death of Rats scuttled up the path and through the door.'Hang on! I can't–’

John Singer Sargent A Dinner Table at Night

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and he distinctly remembers him going out.'
'He knows it was him?'
Dr Whiteface looked blank.
'Of course.'
'How?'they thought you knew,' said Nobby, weakly.
'Not me.'
'Oh, all right,' said Nobby. He glanced at the trolls, then leaned across to Cuddy and whispered in the approximate region of his ear.
Cuddy nodded.Dr Whiteface, going red under his makeup, 'I can have a dozen men in here.'
'Believe me,' said Carrot, 'that will only make it easier for me to obey.'
Dr Whiteface prided himself on his ability to judge character. In Carrot's resolute expression there was nothing but absolute, meticulous honesty. He fiddled with

Mark Spain Flamenco I

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dressed like this, sir, we won't have to look for trouble,' said Sergeant Colon despondently.
'Question, sir?' said Angua.
'Yes, Lance-back longingly to the fire machine.
Sometimes it's better to light a flamethrower than curse the darkness.

Ten minutes later they'd pushed through the crowds Constable Angua?''Who's the enemy?''Looking like this, we won't have any problem finding enemies,' said Sergeant Colon.'We're not looking for enemies, we're looking for information,' said Carrot. 'The best weapon we can use right now is the truth, and to start with, we're going to the Fools' Guild to find out why Brother Beano stole the gonne.''Did he steal the gonne?''I think he may have, yes.''But he died before the gonne was stolen!' said Colon.'Yes,' said Carrot. 'I know that.''Now that,' said Colon, 'is what I calls an alibi.'The squad formed up and, after a brief discussion among the trolls as to which was their left foot and which was their right, marched away. Nobby kept looking