Juan Gris Violin and Checkerboard

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became aware that he was looking at her expectantly.
'What?'
'I said, I'll now call upon the respected Granny Weatherwax to say a few words, ha ha,' he said.
'You said that, did you?'
'Yes!'
'You've gone a long way too far,' said Granny.
'I have, haven't I!' The duke giggled.
Granny turned to the expectant crowds, which went silent.
'Go home,' she said.
There was a further long silence.
'Is that all?' said the duke.
'Yes.'
'What about pledges of eternal allegiance?'
'What Nanny Ogg leered.
And so Granny Weatherwax swept down the steps and through the crowds, with the other two running about them? Gytha, will you stop waving at people!''Sorry.''And now we are going to go, too,' said Granny.'But we were getting on so well,' said the duke.'Come, Gytha,' said Granny icily. 'And where's Magrat got to?'Magrat looked up guiltily. She had been deep in conversation with the Fool, although it was the kind of conversation where both parties spend a lot of time looking at their feet and picking at their fingernails. Ninety per cent of true love is acute, ear-burning embarrassment.'We're leaving,' said Granny.'Friday afternoon, remember,' hissed the Fool.'Well, if I can,' said Magrat.