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’
Ha
what
?
’
’
Just
ha
!
’
He
’
d
reached
the
end
of
the
corridor
.
There
was
the
door
into
the
kitchen
,
where
Albert
would
be
leering
knowingly
,
and
Mort
decided
he
couldn
’
t
face
that
.
He
stopped
.
’
But
I
only
took
the
books
for
a
bit
of
company
,
’
she
said
behind
him
.
He
gave
in
.
’
We
could
have
a
walk
in
the
garden
,
’
he
said
in
despair
,
and
then
managed
to
harden
his
heart
a
little
and
added
,
’
Without
obligation
,
that
is
.
’
’
You
mean
you
’
re
not
going
to
marry
me
?
’
she
said
.
Mort
was
horrified
.
’
Marry
?
’
’
Isn
’
t
that
what
father
brought
you
here
for
?
’
she
said
.
’
He
doesn
’
t
need
an
apprentice
,
after
all
.
’
’
You
mean
all
those
nudges
and
winks
and
little
comments
about
some
day
my
son
all
this
will
be
yours
?
’
said
Mort
.
’
I
tried
to
ignore
them
.
I
don
’
t
want
to
get
married
to
anyone
yet
,
’
he
added
,
suppressing
a
fleeting
mental
picture
of
the
princess
.
’
And
certainly
not
to
you
,
no
offence
meant
.
’
’
I
wouldn
’
t
marry
you
if
you
were
the
last
man
on
the
Disc
,
’
she
said
sweetly
.
