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That was brave of you, carrying her over your shoulder,’ said Nanny. ‘With them elves firing arrows, too.’ ‘And it meant less chance of one hitting me, too,’ said Granny. Nanny Ogg was shocked. ‘What? You never thought that, did you?’ ‘Well, she’d been hit already. If Yd been hit too, neither of us’d get out,’ said Granny, simply. ‘But that’s – that’s a bit heartless, Esme.’ ‘Heartless it may be, but headless it ain’t. I’ve never claimed to be nice, just to be sensible.
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