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’
It
was
bad
enough
the
first
year
.
’
Mort
looked
back
at
his
last
few
weeks
,
and
nodded
in
sympathy
.
’
Is
that
why
you
’
ve
been
reading
all
those
books
?
’
he
said
.
Ysabell
looked
down
,
and
twiddled
a
sandalled
toe
in
the
gravel
in
an
embarrassed
fashion
.
’
They
’
re
very
romantic
,
’
she
said
.
’
There
’
s
some
really
lovely
stories
.
There
was
this
girl
who
drank
poison
when
her
young
man
had
died
,
and
there
was
one
who
jumped
off
a
cliff
because
her
father
insisted
she
should
marry
this
old
man
,
and
another
one
drowned
herself
rather
than
submit
to
—
’
Mort
listened
in
astonishment
.
To
judge
by
Ysabell
’
s
careful
choice
of
reading
matter
,
it
was
a
matter
of
note
for
any
Disc
female
to
survive
adolescence
long
enough
to
wear
out
a
pair
of
stockings
.
’
—
and
then
she
thought
he
was
dead
,
and
she
killed
herself
and
then
he
woke
up
and
so
he
did
kill
himself
,
and
then
there
was
this
girl
—
’
Common
sense
suggested
that
at
least
a
few
women
reached
their
third
decade
without
killing
themselves
for
love
,
but
common
sense
didn
’
t
seem
to
get
even
a
walk
-
on
part
in
these
dramas
.
Mort
was
already
aware
that
love
made
you
feel
hot
and
cold
and
cruel
and
weak
,
but
he
hadn
’
t
realised
that
it
could
make
you
stupid
.
’
–
swam
the
river
every
night
,
but
one
night
there
was
this
storm
,
and
when
he
didn
’
t
arrive
she
—
’
Mort
felt
instinctively
that
some
young
couples
met
,
say
,
at
a
village
dance
,
and
hit
it
off
,
and
went
out
together
for
a
year
or
two
,
had
a
few
rows
,
made
up
,
got
married
and
didn
’
t
kill
themselves
at
all
.
