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’
You
said
he
created
this
pool
.
’
’
It
’
s
a
copy
of
one
he
saw
somewhere
.
Everything
’
s
a
copy
.
’
Mort
shifted
uneasily
.
Some
small
insect
had
crawled
up
his
leg
.
’
It
’
s
rather
sad
,
’
he
said
,
hoping
that
this
was
approximately
the
right
tone
to
adopt
.
’
Yes
.
’
She
scooped
a
handful
of
gravel
from
the
path
and
began
to
flick
it
absent
-
mindedly
into
the
pool
.
’
Are
my
eyebrows
that
bad
?
’
she
said
.
’
Um
,
’
said
Mort
,
’
afraid
so
.
’
’
Oh
.
’
Flick
,
flick
.
The
carp
were
watching
her
disdainfully
.
’
And
my
legs
?
’
he
said
.
