Caravaggio The Sacrifice of Isaac

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surprised at their Archchancellor’s look of contrite embarrassment.’I’ve been busy. You know how it is.’
‘She said to be sure to remind you she’s expecting both of us over for lunch on Hogswatchday.’
‘I ,’ said Ridcully.’Now then, his Eminence the Chief Priest and
myself have decided -‘
The Dean glowered at a very small bishop.
‘He kicked me! He kicked me!’
‘Ooo! I never did, my son.’
‘You bloody well did,’ the Dean hissed. ‘Sideways, so they wouldn’t see!’ ‘- have decided -‘ repeated Ridcully, glaring haven’t forgotten,’ said Ridcully, glumly. ‘I’m looking forward to it.’ He turned to the melee behind them.‘Cut it out, you fellows,’ he said.‘Brethren! Desist!’ bellowed the Chief Priest.The Senior Wrangler released his grip on the head of the high priest of the Cult of Hinki. A couple of curates stopped kicking the Bursar. There was a general adjustment of clothing, a finding of hats and a bout of embarrassed coughing.‘That’s better