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’
I
can
do
that
.
’
Albert
ran
a
tongue
like
an
old
loofah
over
his
dry
lips
.
There
is
a
price
,
though
,
’
he
added
.
’
You
must
complete
the
Duty
first
.
’
’
Ysabell
?
’
said
Mort
.
She
looked
at
the
page
in
front
of
her
.
’
He
means
it
,
’
she
said
.
’
If
you
don
’
t
then
everything
will
go
wrong
and
he
’
ll
drop
back
into
Time
anyway
.
’
All
three
of
them
turned
to
look
at
the
great
clock
that
dominated
the
hallway
.
Its
pendulum
blade
sawed
slowly
through
the
air
,
cutting
time
into
little
pieces
.
Mort
groaned
.
’
There
isn
’
t
enough
time
!
’
he
groaned
.
’
I
can
’
t
do
both
of
them
in
time
!
’
’
The
master
would
have
found
time
,
’
observed
Albert
.
