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’
"
Albert
looked
at
him
uncertainly
"
,
’
Ysabell
read
.
’
You
can
’
t
believe
everything
writ
down
there
—
’
’
—
"
he
burst
out
,
knowing
in
the
flinty
pit
of
his
heart
that
Mort
certainly
could
"
,
’
Ysabell
read
.
’
Stop
it
!
’
’
"
he
shouted
,
trying
to
put
at
the
back
of
his
mind
the
knowledge
that
even
if
Reality
could
not
be
stopped
it
might
be
possible
to
slow
it
down
a
little
"
.
’
HOW
?
’
"
intoned
Mort
in
the
leaden
tones
of
Death
"
,
’
began
Ysabell
dutifully
.
’
Yes
,
yes
,
all
right
,
you
needn
’
t
bother
with
my
bit
,
’
snapped
Mort
irritably
.
’
Pardon
me
for
living
,
I
’
m
sure
.
’
NO
-
ONE
GETS
PARDONED
FOR
LIVING
.
