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Sybil leafed through a small pile of pastel envelopes that had been inserted into her breakfast tray. ‘Well, the news has got around,’ she said. ‘The Duchess of Keepsake has invited us to a ball, Sir Henry and Lady Withering have invited us to a ball, and Lord and Lady Hangfinger have invited us to, yes, a ball!’
‘Well,’ said Vimes, ‘that’s a lot of—’
‘Don’t you dare, Sam!’ his wife warned and Vimes finished lamely, ‘… invitations?’
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