Jean Francois Millet The Walk to Work

Jean Francois Millet The Walk to WorkJean Francois Millet The AngelusJean Francois Millet Angelus
shouldn't think so,' said Rincewind. 'Wizardry isn't allowed to run in families.' He paused. He knew Cohen, he'd even been a guest at one of his weddings when he married a girl of Conina's age; you could say this about Cohen, he crammed every hour full of minutes. 'A lot of people would like to take after Cohen, I mean, he was the best fighter,on the subject of parents.
'Kleptomania? Recidivist?' he hazarded.
'Begins with an H.'
'Hedonism?' said Rincewind desperately.
'Herrydeterry,' said Conina. 'This witch explained it to me. My mother was a temple dancer for some mad god or other, and father rescued her, and - they stayed together for a while. They say I get my looks and figure from her.' the greatest thief, he-’'A lot of men would,' Conina snapped. She leaned against a wall and glared at him.'Listen,' she said, 'There's this long word, see, an old witch told me about it ...can't remember it ...you wizards know about long words.'Rincewind thought about long words. 'Marmalade?' he volunteered.She shook her head irritably. 'It means you take after your parents.'Rincewind frowned. He wasn't too good