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carefully aligned towards the Hub because Vimes shared the folk belief that this kept it sharp. There was a brown wooden chair with the cane seat broken. And a small chest at the foot of the bed.
And that was all.
'I mean, at least a rug,' said Angua. 'A picture on the wall. Something.'
Carrot deposited Vimes on the bed, where he flowed unconsciously into the shape.
'Haven't you got something in your room?' Angua asked.
'Yes. I've got a him. And you send money home. He must drink it all, the idiot.'
'Don't think so. I didn't think he'd touched the stuff for months. Lady Sybil got him on to cigars.'
Vimes snored loudly.
'How can you admire a man like this?' said Angua.
'He's a very fine man.'cutaway diagram of No.5 shaft at home. It's very interesting strata. I helped cut it. And some books and things. Captain Vimes isn't really an indoors kind of person.''But there's not even a candle!''He finds his way to bed by memory, he says.''Or an ornament or anything.''There's a sheet of cardboard under the bed,' Carrot volunteered. 'I remember I was with him in Filigree Street when he found it. He said "There's a month's soles in this, if I'm any judge". He was very pleased about that.''He can't even afford boots?''I don't think so. I know Lady Sybil offered to buy him all the new boots he wanted, and he got a bit offended about that. He seems to try to make them last.''But you can buy boots, and you get less than
Angua raised the lid of the wooden chest with her foot.