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’
No
.
’
She
had
withdrawn
slightly
,
and
was
staring
at
his
eyes
.
’
It
’
s
no
worse
than
the
library
,
’
said
Mort
,
and
almost
believed
it
.
But
in
the
library
you
only
read
about
it
;
in
here
you
could
see
it
happening
.
’
Why
are
you
looking
at
me
like
that
?
’
he
added
.
’
I
was
just
trying
to
remember
what
colour
your
eyes
were
,
’
she
said
,
’
because
—
’
’
If
you
two
have
quite
had
enough
of
each
other
!
’
bellowed
Albert
above
the
roar
of
the
sand
.
’
This
way
!
’
’
Brown
,
’
said
Mort
to
Ysabell
.
’
They
’
re
brown
.
Why
?
’
’
Hurry
up
!
’
’
You
’
d
better
go
and
help
him
,
’
said
Ysabell
.
’
He
seems
to
be
getting
quite
upset
.
’
Mort
left
her
,
his
mind
a
sudden
swamp
of
uneasiness
,
and
stalked
across
the
tiled
floor
to
where
Albert
stood
impatiently
tapping
a
foot
.
