Paul Cezanne Poplar Trees

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of metal joints gave a half-hearted wobble and then the whole thing snapped at the knee.
The three of Creosote.
'Oh, good,' said Conina. She prodded gingerly at a flagstone which, to Rincewind, looked no different to any of its fellows. With a sad little springy noise a moulting feather duster wobbled out of the wall at armpit height.
'I think I would have quite liked to meet the old Seriph,' she said, through gritted teeth, 'although not to shake him by the hand. You'd better give me a leg up here, wizard.'
'Pardon?'them looked at it in silence. Then Conina said, 'We're dealing here with a warped brain, I can tell.'Rincewind gingerly unhooked the sign and let it drop. Conina pushed past him and stalked along the passage with an air of angry caution, and when a metal hand extended itself on a spring and waggled in a friendly fashion she didn't shake it but instead traced its moulting wiring to a couple of corroded electrodes in a big glass jar.'Your grandad was a man with a sense of humour?' she said.'Oh, yes. Always liked a chuckle,' said