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She
merely
stared
.
Then
,
"
You
are
mistaken
!
You
must
be
.
Why
should
he
?
"
"
But
he
does
.
A
thing
like
that
can
not
be
hidden
,
not
from
me
.
"
"
But
I
am
so
...
so
-
"
she
stammered
to
a
halt
.
"
He
looks
deeper
than
the
skin
,
and
admires
intellect
in
others
.
Milton
Ashe
is
not
the
type
to
marry
a
head
of
hair
and
a
pair
of
eyes
.
"
Susan
Calvin
found
herself
blinking
rapidly
and
waited
before
speaking
.
Even
then
her
voice
trembled
,
"
Yet
he
certainly
never
in
any
way
indicated
-
"
"
Have
you
ever
given
him
a
chance
?
"
"
How
could
I
?
I
never
thought
that
-
"
"
Exactly
!
"
The
psychologist
paused
in
thought
and
then
looked
up
suddenly
.
"
A
girl
visited
him
here
at
the
plant
half
a
year
ago
.
She
was
pretty
,
I
suppose
--
blond
and
slim
.
And
,
of
course
,
could
scarcely
add
two
and
two
.
He
spent
all
day
puffing
out
his
chest
,
trying
to
explain
how
a
robot
was
put
together
.
"
The
hardness
had
returned
,
"
Not
that
she
understood
!
Who
was
she
?
"
Herbie
answered
without
hesitation
,
"
I
know
the
person
you
are
referring
to
.
She
is
his
first
cousin
,
and
there
is
no
romantic
interest
there
,
I
assure
you
.
"
