“Watchmen in our bank? Shut the door on them!” “Times have moved on, Auntie. We can’t do that anymore.” “When your great-grandfather pushed his brother over the balcony the Watch even took the body away for five shillings and a pint of ale all round!” “Yes, Auntie. Lord Vetinari is the Patrician now.” “And he’d allow watchmen to clump around in our bank?” “Without a doubt, Auntie.” “Then he is no gentleman,” the aunt observed sadly.
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