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Gold, gold, gold, gold, gold",' said Hwel.
'You left out a "gold" there.'
'I think it's because I wasn't cut out to be a dwarf.'
'Cut down, . If they see four struggling figures their first instinct is not to rush to anyone's assistance, or at least not to rush to the assistance of the one who appears to be losing and on the wrong end of someone else's boot. Nor do they shout 'Oi!' Above all, they don't look surprised when the assailants, instead of guiltily running off. flourish a small piece of cardboard in front of them.lawn ornament,' said Tomjon.There was a little hiss of indrawn breath.'Sorry,' said Tomjon hurriedly. 'It's just that father—''I've known your father for a long time,' said Hwel 'Through thick and thin, and there was a damn sight more thin than thick. Since before you were bor—' He hesitated 'Times were hard in those days,' he mumbled. 'So what I'm saying is . . . well, some things you earn.''Yes. I'm sorry.''You see, just—' Hwel paused at the mouth of a dark alley 'Did you hear something?' he said.They squinted into the alley, once again revealing themselves as newcomers to the city. Morporkians don't look down dark alleys when they hear strange noises