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- Susan was aware that someone was looking at her, turned and saw the Death of Rats peering through the lens of the glasses belonging to the mildly distracted man searching for them on the other side of the room. Up on a long-disregarded bust of a former historian the raven preened itself.
- 'Well?' she said.
- SQUEAK!
- 'Oh, he is, is he?’
- ***
- The Thief of Time - p182
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