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drew herself up haughtily.
‘All that old-fashioned stuff very uncultured now,’ she sniffed. ‘It’s not the modern way. I not interested in any troll’, she added, ‘that not up-to-date. A rock on the head may be quite sentimental,’ she went on, the began.
‘That’s court, not caught,’ said Ruby wearily. ‘You got to, to, to-’ She paused.
She wasn’t all that sure what you had to do. But Ruby had spent some weeks in Holy Wood, and if Holy Wood did anything, it changed things; in Holy Wood she’d plugged into a vast cross-species female freemasonry she hadn’t suspected existed, and she was learning fast. She’d talked at length to sympathetic human girls. And dwarfs. Even dwarfs had better courtship rituals, for gods’ sake.certainty draining out of her voice as she surveyed the sentence ahead of her, ‘but diamonds are a girl’s best friend.’ She hesitated. That didn’t sound right, even to her. It certainly puzzled Detritus. ‘What? You want I should knock my teeth out?’ he said. ‘Well, all right, not diamonds,’ Ruby conceded. ‘But there proper modern ways now. You got to court a girl.’ Detritus brightened. ‘Ah, but I-’ he