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"
Yes
.
"
"
Have
you
heard
the
kind
of
appeals
they
’
re
sending
out
to
you
every
night
?
"
"
Sure
.
"
She
glanced
slowly
about
the
room
,
her
eyes
moving
from
the
towers
of
the
city
in
the
window
to
the
wooden
rafters
of
his
ceiling
,
to
the
cracked
plaster
of
his
walls
,
to
the
iron
posts
of
his
bed
.
"
You
’
ve
been
here
all
that
time
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
’
ve
lived
here
for
twelve
years
.
.
.
here
.
.
.
like
this
.
.
.
"
"
Like
this
,
"
he
said
,
throwing
open
the
door
at
the
end
of
the
room
.
She
gasped
:
the
long
,
light
-
flooded
,
windowless
space
beyond
the
threshold
,
enclosed
in
a
shell
of
softly
lustrous
metal
,
like
a
small
ballroom
aboard
a
submarine
,
was
the
most
efficiently
modern
laboratory
she
had
ever
seen
.
"
Come
in
,
"
he
said
,
grinning
.
"
I
don
’
t
have
to
keep
secrets
from
you
any
longer
.
"
It
was
like
crossing
the
border
into
a
different
universe
.
She
looked
at
the
complex
equipment
sparkling
in
a
bright
,
diffused
glow
,
at
the
mesh
of
glittering
wires
,
at
the
blackboard
chalked
with
mathematical
formulas
,
at
the
long
counters
of
objects
shaped
by
the
ruthless
discipline
of
a
purpose
—
then
at
the
sagging
boards
and
crumbling
plaster
of
the
garret
.
Either
-
or
,
she
thought
;
this
was
the
choice
confronting
the
world
:
a
human
soul
in
the
image
of
one
or
of
the
other
.
"
You
wanted
to
know
where
I
worked
for
eleven
months
out
of
the
year
,
"
he
said
.
