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’
Are
you
sure
?
You
’
re
welcome
to
stay
.
’
IT
’
S
NICE
OF
YOU
TO
SAY
SO
,
BUT
DUTY
CALLS
.
He
extended
a
bony
hand
.
YOU
KNOW
HOW
IT
IS
.
Mort
gripped
the
hand
and
shook
it
,
ignoring
the
chill
.
’
Look
,
’
he
said
.
’
If
ever
you
want
a
few
days
off
,
you
know
,
if
you
’
d
like
a
holiday
—
’
MANY
THANKS
FOR
THE
OFFER
,
said
Death
graciously
.
I
SHALL
THINK
ABOUT
IT
MOST
SERIOUSLY
AND
NOW
—
’
Goodbye
,
’
Mart
said
,
and
was
surprised
to
find
a
lJump
in
his
throat
.
’
It
’
s
such
an
unpleasant
word
,
isn
’
t
it
?
’
QUITE
SO
.
Death
grinned
because
,
as
has
so
often
been
remarked
,
he
didn
’
t
have
much
option
.
But
possibly
he
meant
it
,
this
time
.
I
PREFER
AU
REVOIR
,
he
said
.