Bernhard Gutmann Study of a Woman in Black

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were hung there. Moths were kept away by the draught from the hole and .. . the smell.
Magrat had put her foot down about that, at least.
Now she lay the third cousin of an earl. What the pictures on shields meant, all those lions passant and regardant. And the clothes weren’t getting any better. Magrat had drawn the line at a wimple, and she wasn’t at all happy about the big pointy hat with the scarf dangling from it. It probably looked beautiful on the Lady of Shallot, but on Magrat it looked as though someone had dropped a big ice cream on her neck.
Nanny Ogg sat in front of her fire in her dressing gown,
smoking her pipe and idly cutting her toenails. There was
l Really tme. That’s why people stand aside when kings go past.in bed and stared at the ceiling.Of course she wanted to marry Verence, even with his weak chin and slightly runny eyes. In the pit of the night Magrat knew that she was in no position to be choosy, and getting a king in the circumstances was a stroke of luck.It was just that she had preferred him when he’d been a Fool. There’s something about a man who tinkles gently as he moves.It was just that she could see a future of bad tapestry and sitting looking wistfully out of the window.It was just that she was fed up with books of etiquette and lineage and Twurp’s Peerage of the Fifteen Mountains and the Sto Plains.You had to know this kind of thing, to be a queen. There were books full of the stuff in the Long Gallery, and she hadn’t even explored the far end. How to address