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"You mean, Miss Susan?" Angua said in surprise. "White hair with a black streak. Pale, thin, dresses in black. I see her in Biers sometimes. She's a teacher, I think. She drinks like one, anyway."
Vimes raised an eyebrow. "She goes to biers? You don't know why, do you?"
"For the alcohol, I assume." Angua sighed. "But you mean what. I don't know, exactly. Just that she terrifies the bogeymen."
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"Your grace," Lord Rust said, bowing slightly.
"Miss Susan," she corrected him. "In this room, I am Miss Susan. Or Miss Sto Helit, if you'd prefer."
"Ah," Lord Rust said, temporarily thrown off track.
Vimes raised an eyebrow. "She goes to biers? You don't know why, do you?"
"For the alcohol, I assume." Angua sighed. "But you mean what. I don't know, exactly. Just that she terrifies the bogeymen."
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"Your grace," Lord Rust said, bowing slightly.
"Miss Susan," she corrected him. "In this room, I am Miss Susan. Or Miss Sto Helit, if you'd prefer."
"Ah," Lord Rust said, temporarily thrown off track.