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’
Won
’
t
father
hear
us
?
’
she
said
.
’
He
’
s
not
back
.
Come
on
.
’
’
How
can
you
tell
?
’
’
The
place
feels
different
when
he
’
s
here
.
It
’
s
–
it
’
s
like
the
difference
between
a
coat
when
it
’
s
being
worn
and
when
it
’
s
hanging
on
a
hook
.
Haven
’
t
you
noticed
?
’
’
What
are
we
doing
that
’
s
so
important
?
’
Mort
pushed
open
the
library
door
.
A
gust
of
warm
,
dry
air
drifted
out
,
and
the
door
hinges
issued
a
protesting
creak
.
’
We
’
re
going
to
save
someone
’
s
life
,
’
he
said
.
’
A
princess
,
actually
.
’
Ysabell
was
instantly
fascinated
.
’
A
real
princess
?
I
mean
can
she
feel
a
pea
through
a
dozen
mattresses
?
’
’
Can
she
—
?
’
Mort
felt
a
minor
worry
disappear
.
’
Oh
.
Yes
.
I
thought
Albert
had
got
it
wrong
.
’
