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’
Only
before
I
did
it
I
didn
’
t
know
that
I
could
,
and
when
I
was
doing
it
I
didn
’
t
know
I
was
,
and
now
I
’
ve
done
it
I
can
’
t
remember
how
it
was
done
.
And
I
want
to
do
it
again
.
’
’
Why
?
’
’
Because
,
’
said
Mort
,
’
if
I
could
walk
through
walls
I
could
do
anything
.
’
’
Very
deep
,
’
agreed
Cutwell
.
’
Philosophical
.
And
the
name
of
the
young
lady
on
the
other
side
of
this
wall
?
’
’
She
’
s
—
’
Mort
swallowed
.
’
I
don
’
t
know
her
name
.
Even
if
there
is
a
girl
,
’
he
added
haughtily
,
’
and
I
’
m
not
saying
there
is
.
’
’
Right
,
’
said
Cutwell
.
He
took
another
swig
,
and
shuddered
.
’
Fine
.
How
to
walk
through
walls
.
I
’
ll
do
some
research
.
It
might
be
expensive
,
though
.
’
Mort
carefully
picked
up
the
bag
and
pulled
out
one
small
gold
coin
.
’
A
down
payment
,
’
he
said
,
putting
it
on
the
table
.
Cutwell
picked
up
the
coin
as
if
he
expected
it
to
go
bang
or
evaporate
,
and
examined
it
carefully
.
’
I
’
ve
never
seen
this
sort
of
coin
before
,
’
he
said
accusingly
.
’
What
’
s
all
this
curly
writing
?
’
