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’
What
did
you
have
to
go
and
do
that
for
?
’
he
moaned
.
’
I
didn
’
t
mean
any
harm
.
’
’
You
were
going
to
push
us
off
,
’
said
Mort
,
trying
to
help
him
up
.
’
I
read
it
.
I
’
m
surprised
you
didn
’
t
use
magic
.
’
Albert
glared
at
him
.
’
Oh
,
so
you
’
ve
found
out
,
have
you
?
’
he
said
quietly
.
Then
much
good
may
it
do
you
.
You
’
ve
no
right
to
go
prying
.
’
He
struggled
to
his
feet
,
shook
off
Mort
’
s
hand
,
and
stumbled
back
along
the
hushed
shelves
.
’
No
,
wait
,
’
said
Mort
,
’
I
need
your
help
!
’
’
Well
,
of
course
,
’
said
Albert
over
his
shoulder
.
’
It
stands
to
reason
,
doesn
’
t
it
?
You
thought
,
I
’
ll
just
go
and
pry
into
someone
’
s
private
life
and
then
I
’
ll
drop
it
on
him
and
then
I
’
ll
ask
him
to
help
me
.
’
’
I
only
wanted
to
find
out
if
you
were
really
you
,
’
said
Mort
,
running
after
him
.
’
I
am
.
Everyone
is
.
’
’
But
if
you
don
’
t
help
me
something
terrible
will
happen
!
There
’
s
this
princess
,
and
she
—
’
