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"
What
is
your
name
?
"
"
Hugh
Akston
.
"
Through
the
blank
seconds
of
recapturing
her
mind
,
she
kept
telling
herself
:
You
’
re
hysterical
.
.
.
don
’
t
be
preposterous
.
.
.
it
’
s
just
a
coincidence
of
names
—
while
she
knew
,
in
certainty
and
numb
,
inexplicable
terror
,
that
this
was
the
Hugh
Akston
.
"
Hugh
Akston
?
"
she
stammered
.
"
The
philosopher
?
.
.
.
The
last
of
the
advocates
of
reason
?
"
"
Why
,
yes
,
"
he
answered
pleasantly
.
"
Or
the
first
of
their
return
.
"
He
did
not
seem
startled
by
her
shock
,
but
he
seemed
to
find
it
unnecessary
.
His
manner
was
simple
,
almost
friendly
,
as
if
he
felt
no
need
to
hide
his
identity
and
no
resentment
at
its
being
discovered
.
"
I
didn
’
t
think
that
any
young
person
would
recognize
my
name
or
attach
any
significance
to
it
,
nowadays
,
"
he
said
.
"
But
.
.
.
but
what
are
you
doing
here
?
"
Her
arm
swept
at
the
room
.
"
This
doesn
’
t
make
sense
!
"
"
Are
you
sure
?
"
"
What
is
it
?
A
stunt
?
An
experiment
?
A
secret
mission
?
Are
you
studying
something
for
some
special
purpose
?
"
