Georges Seurat The Circus

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'I'd complain to the Guild, if I was you,' said Hibiscus.
The trio looked at the money. It looked very impressive to people whose last meal had been twenty‑four hours ago. It wasn't Guild rate. On the other hand, it had been a long twenty‑four hours.
'If you come back tomorrow,' said Hibiscus, 'I'll make it . . . six dollars, how about that?'
'Oh, wow,' loaded crossbows by his bed. He was a kind man and probably wouldn't shoot you in both ears.
That sort of consideration encouraged a more patient
type of wizard. Everyone dies sooner or later. They could wait.
Ridcully took stock and found his first impression was mistakensaid Glod.Mustrum Ridcully was jolted upright in bed, because the bed itself was being gently vibrated across the floor.So it had happened at last!They were out to get him.The tradition of promotion in the University by filling dead men's shoes, sometimes by firstly ensuring the death of the man in those shoes, had lately ceased. This was largely because of Ridcully himself, who was big and kept himself in trim and, as three late­night aspirants to the Archchancellorship had found, also had very good hearing. They had been variously hung out of the window by their ankles, knocked unconscious with a shovel, and had their arm broken in two places. Besides, Ridcully was known to sleep with two