Raphael Deposition of Christ

Raphael Deposition of ChristGeorge Frederick Watts Pablo and FrancescaFrancisco de Goya The Quail ShootFrancisco de Goya Blind Man's Buff
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“Go on!”
Nanny Ogg waited until she heard them go down the main staircase. After a while a rattle of coaches and general shouting suggested that the wedding party was leaving, minus the bride-to-be.
She counted to a hundred, under her breath.
Then:
“Magrat?”
“Go away!”
“I know how it is,” said Nanny. “I was a bit worried on the night before my wedding.” She refrained from adding:
because there was a reasonable chance Jason would turn up as an extra guest.
“I am not worried! I am angry!”
“Why?”
“You know!”
Nanny took off her hat and scratched her head.
“You’ve got me there,” she said.
“And he knew. I know he knew, and I know who told him,” said the muffled voice behind the door. “It was all arranged. You must all have been laughing!”
Nanny frowned at the impassive woodwork.
“Nope,” she said. “Still all at sea this end.”
“Well, I’m ?”
Silence.
“You can always go back to your cottage. No one’s moved in. Or you can stop along of me, if you like. But you’ll have to decide, d’you see, because you can’t stay locked in there.”not saying anymore.”“Everyone’s gone to the Entertainment,” said Nanny Ogg.189Terry PratchettNo reply.“And later they’ll be back.”A further absence of dialogue. “Then there’ll be carousing and jugglers and fellas that put weasels down their trousers,” said Nanny. Silence.“And then it’ll be tomorrow, and then what’re you going to do
Nanny leaned against the wall.