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The
stallholder
squinted
critically
at
him
.
’
I
reckon
so
,
’
he
said
,
’
or
someone
very
much
like
you
.
’
Thank
you
,
’
said
Mort
,
immensely
relieved
.
’
Don
’
t
mention
it
.
I
see
lots
of
people
every
day
,
no
charge
.
Want
to
buy
any
bootlaces
?
’
’
I
don
’
t
think
so
,
’
said
Mort
.
’
What
place
is
this
?
’
’
You
don
’
t
know
?
’
A
couple
of
people
at
the
next
stall
were
looking
at
Mort
thoughtfully
.
His
mind
went
into
overdrive
.
’
My
master
travels
a
lot
,
’
he
said
,
truthfully
.
’
We
arrived
last
night
,
and
I
was
asleep
on
the
cart
.
Now
I
’
ve
got
the
afternoon
off
.
’
’
Ah
,
’
said
the
stallholder
.
He
leaned
forward
conspiratorially
.
’
Looking
for
a
good
time
,
are
you
?
I
could
fix
you
up
.
’
’
I
’
d
quite
enjoy
knowing
where
I
am
,
’
Mort
conceded
.
