Jean Francois Millet Harvesters Resting

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blushed. 'Yes, well, but from him I got sinews you could moor a boat with, reflexes like a snake on a hot tin, a terrible urge to steal things and this dreadful sensation every time I meet someone that I should be throwing a knife through his eye at ninety feet. I can, too,' she added with a trace of pride.
'Gosh.'
'It tends to put men off.'
Well, it would,Conina sighed.
'Not much call for a barbarian hairdresser, I expect,' said Rincewind. 'I mean, no-one wants a shampoo-and-beheading.'
'It's just that every time I see a manicure set I get this terrible ' said Rincewind weakly.'I mean, when they find out, it's very hard to hang on to a boyfriend.''Except by the throat, I imagine,' said Rincewind.'Not what you really need to build up a proper relationship.''No. I can see,' said Rincewind. 'Still, pretty good if you want to be a famous barbarian thief.'But not,' said Conina, 'if you want to be a hairdresser.''Ah.'They stared into the mist.'Really a hairdresser?' said Rincewind.