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drops of water began to thud on the witches' pointed hats.
'I really don't have time for all this,' snapped Granny, trembling. 'I have far more important things to do.'
'And spells. Every time she shut her eyes she saw a red-and-yellow figure on the darkness inside. Something had to be done about it.
She shut the book with a snap and looked at her notes. First, she had to find out his name. The old peel-the-apple me,' said Nanny.'Good night to you.''And you.'They turned their backs on one another and strode away into the downpour. The midnight rain drummed on Magrat's curtained windows as she thumbed her way purposefully through Goodie Whemper's books of what, for want of any better word, could be called natural magic.The old woman had been a great collector of such things and, most unusually, had written them down; witches didn't normally have much use for literacy. But book after book was filled with tiny, meticulous handwriting detailing the results of patient experiments in applied magic. Goodie Whemper had, in fact, been a research Magrat was looking up love