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say,' she said.
'What?'
'I wanted to say thank you.'
'It doesn't matter,' he muttered. 'It'd just be best if you don't take books away again. It upsets them, or something.' He gave what he considered to be a mirthless laugh. 'Ha!'
'Ha what?'anyone yet,' he added, suppressing a fleeting mental picture of the princess. 'And certainly not to you, no offence meant.'
'I wouldn't marry you if you were the last man on the Disc,' she 'Just ha!'He'd reached the end of the corridor. There was the door into the kitchen, where Albert would be leering knowingly, and Mort decided he couldn't face that. He stopped.'But I only took the books for a bit of company,' she said behind him.He gave in.'We could have a managed to harden his heart a little and added, 'Without obligation, that is.''You mean you're not going to marry me?' she said. Mort was horrified. 'Marry?''Isn't that what father brought you here for?' she said. 'He doesn't need an apprentice, after all.''You mean all those nudges and winks and little comments about some day my son all this will be yours?' said Mort. 'I tried to ignore them. I don't want to get married to
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