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The
door
behind
her
began
swinging
closed
.
She
caught
it
and
propped
it
open
securely
with
the
stick
Hawat
had
left
.
Again
,
she
faced
the
wheel
-
locked
inner
door
,
seeing
now
a
faint
inscription
etched
in
the
metal
above
the
handle
.
She
recognized
Galach
words
,
read
:
“
O
,
Man
!
Here
is
a
lovely
portion
of
God
’
s
Creation
;
then
,
stand
before
it
and
learn
to
love
the
perfection
of
Thy
Supreme
Friend
.
”
Jessica
put
her
weight
on
the
wheel
.
It
turned
left
and
the
inner
door
opened
.
A
gentle
draft
feathered
her
cheek
,
stirred
her
hair
.
She
felt
change
in
the
air
,
a
richer
taste
.
She
swung
the
door
wide
,
looked
through
into
massed
greenery
with
yellow
sunlight
pouring
across
it
.
A
yellow
sun
?
she
asked
herself
.
Then
:
Filter
glass
!
She
stepped
over
the
sill
and
the
door
swung
closed
behind
.
“
A
wet
-
planet
conservatory
,
”
she
breathed
.
Potted
plants
and
low
-
pruned
trees
stood
all
about
.
She
recognized
a
mimosa
,
a
flowering
quince
,
a
sondagi
,
green
-
blossomed
pleniscenta
,
green
and
white
striped
akarso
.
.
.
roses
.
.
.
.
Even
roses
!
