Peter Paul Rubens Hippopotamus and Crocodile Hunt

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Granny's jaw sagged. 'What?' she said. 'But – but I showed you your true self . . .'
'I'm supposed to be upset by that, am I?' As the soldiers sheepishly grabbed Granny's arms the duchess pressed her face fear me, I can make you widdle your drawers out of terror, and now I'm going to take—'
At this point Nanny Ogg hit her on the back of the head with the cauldron.
'She does go on, doesn't she?' she said conversationally, as the duchess collapsed. 'She was a bit eccentric, if you ask me.'close to Granny's, her tremendous eyebrows a V of triumphant hatred. 'I'm supposed to grovel on the floor, is that it? Well, old woman, I've seen exactly what I am, do you understand, and I'm proud of it! I'd do it all again, only hotter and longer! I enjoyed it, and I did it because I wanted to!'She thumped the vast expanse of her chest.'You gawping idiots!' she said. 'You're so weak. You really think that people are basically decent underneath, don't you?'The crowd on the stage backed away from the sheer force of her exultation.'Well, I've looked underneath,' said the duchess. 'I know what drives people. It's fear. Sheer, deep-down fear. There's not one of you who doesn't