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’
Oh
.
Him
.
No
.
No
,
I
don
’
t
think
so
,
’
said
Mort
slowly
.
’
I
don
’
t
think
he
’
s
the
marrying
type
.
’
’
Many
a
keen
young
man
owes
his
advancement
to
his
nuptials
,
’
said
Lezek
.
’
He
does
?
’
’
Mort
,
I
don
’
t
think
you
’
re
really
listening
.
’
’
What
?
’
Lezek
came
to
a
halt
on
the
frosty
cobbles
and
spun
the
boy
around
to
face
him
.
’
You
’
re
really
going
to
have
to
do
better
than
this
,
’
he
said
.
’
Don
’
t
you
understand
,
boy
?
If
you
’
re
going
to
amount
to
anything
in
this
world
then
you
’
ve
got
to
listen
.
I
’
m
your
father
telling
you
these
things
.
’
Mort
looked
down
at
his
father
’
s
face
.
He
wanted
to
say
a
lot
of
things
:
he
wanted
to
say
how
much
he
loved
him
,
how
worried
he
was
;
he
wanted
to
ask
what
his
father
really
thought
he
’
d
just
seen
and
heard
.
He
wanted
to
say
that
he
felt
as
though
he
stepped
on
a
molehill
and
found
that
it
was
really
a
volcano
.
He
wanted
to
ask
what
’
nuptials
’
meant
.
What
he
actually
said
was
,
’
Yes
.
Thank
you
.
I
’
d
better
be
going
.
I
’
ll
try
and
write
you
a
letter
.
’
’
There
’
s
bound
to
be
someone
passing
who
can
read
it
to
us
,
’
said
Lezek
.
’
Goodbye
,
Mort
.
’
He
blew
his
nose
.
