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And
then
he
jumped
out
of
his
seat
,
"
What
's
the
matter
?
"
"
Nothing
!
"
The
horrible
spinning
sensation
had
vanished
,
but
it
was
hard
to
get
words
out
.
"
Married
?
You
mean
-
"
"
Why
,
sure
!
About
time
,
is
n't
it
?
You
remember
that
girl
who
was
here
last
summer
.
That
's
she
!
But
you
are
sick
.
You
-
"
"
Headache
!
"
Susan
Calvin
motioned
him
away
weakly
.
"
I
've
...
I
've
been
subject
to
them
lately
.
I
want
to
...
to
congratulate
you
,
of
course
.
I
'm
very
glad
-
"
The
inexpertly
applied
rouge
made
a
pair
of
nasty
red
splotches
upon
her
chalk-white
face
.
Things
had
begun
spinning
again
.
"
Pardon
me
-
please
-
"
The
words
were
a
mumble
,
as
she
stumbled
blindly
out
the
door
.
It
had
happened
with
the
sudden
catastrophe
of
a
dream
--
and
with
all
the
unreal
horror
of
a
dream
.
But
how
could
it
be
?
Herbie
had
said
-
And
Herbie
knew
!
He
could
see
into
minds
!
She
found
herself
leaning
breathlessly
against
the
door
jamb
,
staring
into
Herbie
's
metal
face
.
She
must
have
climbed
the
two
flights
of
stairs
,
but
she
had
no
memory
of
it
.
The
distance
had
been
covered
in
an
instant
,
as
in
a
dream
.
As
in
a
dream
!
And
still
Herbie
's
unblinking
eyes
stared
into
hers
and
their
dull
red
seemed
to
expand
into
dimly
shining
nightmarish
globes
.
