Henri Rousseau A Carnival Evening

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all right,' she whispered. 'He's not dead!'
'Are you calling me a liar, my girl?' snapped Granny. 'I saw it all!'
'Look, Granny, it's not really real, d'you see?'
Granny Weatherwax subsided a little, but still grumbled under her breath. She was beginning to feel that things were trying to make a fool of her.
Up on the stage a man in a sheet was giving a spirited monologue. Granny listened intently for some minutes, and then commentary was all part of the play, stared as one man at the corpse. It blushed.
'And look at his boots, too,' said Nanny critically. 'A real king'd be ashamed of boots like that.'nudged Magrat in the ribs.'What's he on about now?' she demanded.'He's saying how sorry he was that the other man's dead,' said Magrat, and in an attempt to change the subject added hurriedly, 'There's a lot of crowns, isn't there?'Granny was not to be distracted. 'What'd he go and kill him for, then?' she said.'Well, it's a bit complicated—' said Magrat, weakly.'It's shameful!' snapped Granny. 'And the poor dead thing still lying there!'Magrat gave an imploring look to Nanny Ogg, who was masticating an apple and studying the stage with the glare of a research scientist.'I reckon,' she said slowly, 'I reckon it's all just pretendin'. Look, he's still breathing.'The rest of the audience, who by now had already decided that this