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'They don't allow no women on the stage,' said Magrat in a small voice. She shut her eyes.
In fact, there was no outburst from the seat on her left. She risked a quick glance.
Granny was quietly chewing the same bit of apple over and over again, her eyes never leaving the action.
'Don't make a fuss, Esme,' said Nanny, who also knew about Granny's Views. 'This is a good bit. I reckon I'm getting the hang of it.'
Someone tapped Granny on the shoulder and a voice said, 'Madam, will you kindly remove your hat?'
Granny turned around very slowly on her stool, as though propelled by hidden motors, and subjected the interrupter to a hundred kilowatt diamond-blue stare. The man wilted under it and sagged back on to his stool, her face following him all the way down.
'No,' she sounds of a couple of boiled humbugs being relentlessly churned from cheek to cheek.
Then Granny said, in a piercing voice that made one actor drop his wooden sword, 'There's a man over on the side there whispering to them!'said.He considered the options. 'All right,' he said.Granny turned back and nodded to the actors, who had paused to watch her.'I don't know what you're staring at,' she growled. 'Get on with it.'Nanny Ogg passed her another bag.'Have a humbug,' she said.Silence again filled the makeshift theatre except for the hesitant voices of the actors, who kept glancing at the bristling figure of Granny Weatherwax, and the sucking
'He's a prompter,' said Magrat. 'He tells them what to say.'