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I
WAS
THINKING
OF
SENDING
THE
LAD
OUT
,
he
said
.
Albert
consulted
his
ledger
.
’
Well
,
Goodie
wouldn
’
t
be
any
trouble
and
the
Abbott
is
what
you
might
call
experienced
,
’
he
said
.
’
Shame
about
the
princess
.
Only
fifteen
.
Could
be
tricky
.
’
YES
.
IT
is
A
PITY
.
’
Master
?
’
Death
stood
with
the
third
glass
in
his
hand
,
staring
thoughtfully
at
the
play
of
light
across
its
surface
.
He
sighed
.
ONE
so
YOUNG
.
.
.
.
’
Are
you
feeling
all
right
,
master
?
’
said
Albert
,
his
voice
full
of
concern
.
TIME
LIKE
AN
EVER
-
ROLLING
STREAM
BEARS
ALL
ITS
.
.
.
.
’
Master
!
’
WHAT
?
said
Death
,
snapping
out
of
it
.
’
You
’
ve
been
overdoing
it
,
master
,
that
’
s
what
it
is
—
’
