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’
I
was
?
’
’
We
ought
to
have
brought
some
breadcrumbs
,
’
she
said
.
’
I
suppose
they
find
things
to
eat
in
the
water
.
Beetles
and
so
on
.
’
’
Did
you
hear
what
I
said
?
’
’
What
about
?
’
’
Oh
.
Nothing
.
Nothing
much
,
really
.
Sorry
.
’
Ysabell
sighed
and
stood
up
.
’
I
expect
you
’
ll
be
wanting
to
get
off
,
’
she
said
.
’
I
’
m
glad
we
got
this
marriage
business
sorted
out
.
It
was
quite
nice
talking
to
you
.
’
’
We
could
have
a
sort
of
hate
-
hate
relationship
,
’
said
Mort
.
’
I
don
’
t
normally
get
to
talk
with
the
people
father
works
with
.
’
She
appeared
to
be
unable
to
draw
herself
away
,
as
though
she
was
waiting
for
Mort
to
say
something
else
.
’
Well
,
you
wouldn
’
t
,
’
was
all
he
could
think
of
.
