Paul Gauguin The Loss of Virginity

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the king!” hissed Shawn. “And me without my trumpet!”
“Urn,” said Verence. “Post been yet, Shawn?”
“Oh, yes, sire!” said Shawn, almost as flustered as the king. “Got it right here. Don’t you worry about it! I’ll open it all up and have it on your desk right away, sire!”
“Urn...”
“Something the matter, sire?”
“Um ... I think perhaps ...”
Shawn was , and turned a few pages.
“Hey, look at this one! He’s doing it with his feet! I didn’t know you could do it with your feet!” He nudged Ponder Stibbons. “Look, sir!”
Ridcully peered at the king.already tearing at the wrappers.“Here’s that book on etiquette you’ve been waiting for, sire, and the pig stockbook, and ... what’s this one ... ?”Verence made a grab for it. Shawn automatically tried to hang on to it. The wrapping split, and the large bulky book thumped on to the cobbles. Its fluttering pages played their woodcuts to the breeze.They looked down.“Wow!” said Shawn.“My word,” said Ridcully.“Um,” said the king.“Oook?”Shawn picked up the book very, very carefully
“You all right, your majesty?” he said.
Verence squirmed.