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Susan
Calvin
rose
to
her
feet
with
a
vivacity
almost
girlish
.
"
Now
is
n't
that
strange
?
That
's
exactly
what
I
used
to
pretend
to
myself
sometimes
,
though
I
never
really
thought
so
.
Then
it
all
must
be
true
.
"
She
ran
to
Herbie
and
seized
his
cold
,
heavy
hand
in
both
hers
.
"
Thank
you
,
Herbie
.
"
Her
voice
was
an
urgent
,
husky
whisper
.
"
Do
n't
tell
anyone
about
this
.
Let
it
be
our
secret
--
and
thank
you
again
.
"
With
that
,
and
a
convulsive
squeeze
of
Herbie
's
unresponsive
metal
fingers
,
she
left
.
Herbie
turned
slowly
to
his
neglected
novel
,
but
there
was
no
one
to
read
his
thoughts
.
Milton
Ashe
stretched
slowly
and
magnificently
,
to
the
tune
of
cracking
joints
and
a
chorus
of
grunts
,
and
then
glared
at
Peter
Bogert
,
Ph.
D.
"
Say
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
've
been
at
this
for
a
week
now
with
just
about
no
sleep
.
How
long
do
I
have
to
keep
it
up
?
I
thought
you
said
the
positronic
bombardment
in
Vac
Chamber
D
was
the
solution
.
"
Bogert
yawned
delicately
and
regarded
his
white
hands
with
interest
.
"
It
is
.
I
'm
on
the
track
.
"
"
I
know
what
that
means
when
a
mathematician
says
it
.
How
near
the
end
are
you
?
"
"
It
all
depends
.
"
"
On
what
?
"
Ashe
dropped
into
a
chair
and
stretched
his
long
legs
out
before
him
.
"
On
Lanning
.
The
old
fellow
disagrees
with
me
.
"
He
sighed
,
"
A
bit
behind
the
times
,
that
's
the
trouble
with
him
.
He
clings
to
matrix
mechanics
as
the
all
in
all
,
and
this
problem
calls
for
more
powerful
mathematical
tools
.
He
's
so
stubborn
.
"
