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’
I
’
m
sure
you
’
ll
find
a
way
.
And
I
’
ll
help
.
’
He
looked
at
her
for
the
first
time
and
saw
she
was
wearing
her
outdoor
coat
,
the
unsuitable
one
with
the
big
fur
collar
.
’
You
?
What
could
you
do
?
’
’
Binky
can
easily
carry
two
,
’
said
Ysabell
meekly
.
She
waved
a
paper
package
vaguely
.
’
I
’
ve
packed
us
something
to
eat
.
I
could
–
hold
open
doors
and
things
.
’
Mort
laughed
mirthlessly
.
THAT
WON
’
T
BE
NECESSARY
.
’
I
wish
you
’
d
stop
talking
like
that
.
’
’
I
can
’
t
take
passengers
.
You
’
ll
slow
me
down
.
’
Ysabell
sighed
.
’
Look
,
how
about
this
?
Let
’
s
pretend
we
’
ve
had
the
row
and
I
’
ve
won
.
See
?
It
saves
a
lot
of
effort
.
I
actually
think
you
might
find
Binky
rather
reluctant
to
go
if
I
’
m
not
there
.
I
’
ve
fed
him
an
awful
lot
of
sugar
lumps
over
the
years
.
Now
–
are
we
going
?
’
Albert
sat
on
his
narrow
bed
,
glowering
at
the
wall
.
He
heard
the
sound
of
hoofbeats
,
abruptly
cut
off
as
Binky
got
airborne
,
and
muttered
under
his
breath
.
Twenty
minutes
passed
.
Expressions
flitted
across
the
old
wizard
’
s
face
like
cloud
shadows
across
a
hillside
.
Occasionally
he
’
d
whisper
something
to
himself
,
like
’
I
told
’
em
’
or
’
Never
would
of
stood
for
it
’
or
The
master
ought
to
be
tole
’
.
