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Mort
was
hurt
by
this
.
It
was
one
thing
not
to
want
to
marry
someone
,
but
quite
another
to
be
told
they
didn
’
t
want
to
marry
you
.
’
At
least
I
don
’
t
look
like
I
’
ve
been
eating
doughnuts
in
a
wardrobe
for
years
,
’
he
said
,
as
they
stepped
out
on
to
Death
’
s
black
lawn
.
’
At
least
I
walk
as
if
my
legs
only
had
one
knee
each
,
’
she
said
.
’
My
eyes
aren
’
t
two
juugly
poached
eggs
.
’
Ysabell
nodded
.
’
On
the
other
hand
,
my
ears
don
’
t
look
like
something
growing
on
a
dead
tree
.
What
does
juugly
mean
?
’
’
You
know
,
eggs
like
Albert
does
them
.
’
’
With
the
white
all
sticky
and
runny
and
full
of
slimy
bits
?
’
’
Yes
.
’
’
A
good
word
,
’
she
conceded
thoughtfully
.
’
But
my
hair
,
I
put
it
to
you
,
doesn
’
t
look
like
something
you
clean
a
privy
with
.
’
