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Albert
took
Mort
’
s
arm
and
,
with
considerable
dramatic
waggling
of
his
eyebrows
,
indicated
that
they
should
have
a
little
talk
in
the
corner
.
Mort
trailed
after
him
reluctantly
.
The
old
man
rummaged
in
his
pockets
and
at
last
produced
a
battered
paper
bag
.
’
Peppermint
?
’
he
enquired
.
Mort
shook
his
head
.
’
He
never
tell
you
about
the
nodes
?
’
said
Albert
.
Mort
shook
’
his
head
again
.
Albert
gave
his
peppermint
a
suck
;
it
sounded
like
the
plughole
in
the
bath
of
God
.
’
How
old
are
you
,
lad
?
’
’
Mort
.
I
’
m
sixteen
.
’
’
There
’
s
some
things
a
lad
ought
to
be
tole
before
he
’
s
sixteen
,
’
said
Albert
,
looking
over
his
shoulder
at
Ysabell
,
who
was
sobbing
in
Death
’
s
chair
.
’
Oh
,
I
know
about
that
.
My
father
told
me
all
about
that
when
we
used
to
take
the
thargas
to
be
mated
.
When
a
man
and
a
woman
—
’
