Andrea del Sarto Madonna of the Harpies

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'Huh,' said Granny. 'A man who tinkles all day. No kind of husband for anyone, I'd say.'
'You – she'd always know where he was,' said Nanny, who was enjoying this. 'You'd just have to listen.'
'Never trust a man with horns on his hat,' said Granny flatly.
Magrat stood up and pulled herself together, giving the impression that some bits had to come quite a long way.
'You're a pair of silly old women,' she said quietly. 'And I'm going home.'
She marched off down the path to her village without another word.
The old witches stared at one another.
'Well!' of human nature. You'd know that if you'd ever—'
'If I'd ever what?' said Granny Weatherwax, quietly.
They stared at one another in shocked silence. They could both feel it, the tension creeping into their bodies from the ground itself, the hot, aching feeling that they'd started something they must finish, no matter said Nanny.'It's all these books they read today,' said Granny. 'It overheats the brain. You haven't been putting ideas in her head, have you?''What do you mean?''You know what I mean.'Nanny stood up. 'I certainly don't see why a girl should have to be single her whole life just because you think it's the right thing,' she said. 'Anyway, if people didn't have children, where would we be?''None of your girls is a witch,' said Granny, also standing up.'They could have been,' said Nanny defensively.'Yes, if you'd let them work it out for themselves, instead of encouragin' them to throw themselves at men.''They're good-lookin'. You can't stand in the way