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’
Mort
!
He
’
s
—
’
’
Shut
up
!
I
’
m
reading
!
’
—
’
soon
put
a
stop
to
this
.
Albert
crept
silently
to
the
foot
of
the
ladder
,
spat
on
his
hands
,
and
got
ready
to
push
.
The
master
’
d
never
know
;
he
was
acting
strange
these
days
and
it
was
all
that
lad
’
s
fault
,
and
’
—
Mort
looked
up
into
Ysabell
’
s
horrified
eyes
.
Then
the
girl
took
the
book
out
of
Mort
’
s
hand
,
held
it
at
arm
’
s
length
while
her
gaze
remained
fixed
woodenly
on
his
,
and
let
it
go
.
Mort
watched
her
lips
move
and
then
realised
that
he
,
too
,
was
counting
under
his
breath
.
Three
,
four
—
There
was
a
dull
thump
,
a
muffled
cry
,
and
silence
.
’
Do
you
think
you
’
ve
killed
him
?
’
said
Mort
,
after
a
while
.
