Thomas Gainsborough River Landscape

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awoke, shivering. The room was dark. Outside a few stars pierced the mists of the city, and there was the occasional whistle of burglars and footpads as they went about their strictly lawful occasions.
There was silence from the next room, but he could see the light of a candle under the door.
He went cold water, like toffee.'
'How inconvenient that we didn't think to bring one, Magrat.'
'I think we should begettingon, Esme. The night's nearly gone.'
'Just don't blame me if it doesn't work properly, that's all.back to bed.Across the turgid river the Fool had also awakened. He was staying in the Fool's Guild, not out of choice but because the duke hadn't given him any money for anything else, and getting to sleep had been difficult in any case. The chilly walls had brought back too many memories. Besides, if he listened hard he could hear the muted sobs and occasional whimpers from the students' dormitories, as they contemplated with horror the life that lay ahead of them.He punched the rock-hard pillow, and sank into a fitful sleep. Perchance to dream.'Slab and grue, yes. But it doesn 't say how slab and grue.''Goodie Whemper recommended testing a bit in a cup of