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He
said
,
without
being
quite
able
to
keep
the
strain
out
of
his
voice
,
"
How
does
a
Timer
go
about
becoming
an
Eternal
?
"
Her
smile
vanished
and
was
it
his
imagination
or
was
there
a
trace
of
heightened
color
in
her
cheek
.
She
said
,
"
Why
do
you
ask
that
?
"
"
To
find
out
.
"
"
It
’
s
silly
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
’
d
rather
not
talk
about
it
.
"
She
stared
down
at
her
graceful
fingers
,
edged
with
nails
that
glittered
colorlessly
in
the
muted
light
of
the
kettle
shaft
.
Harlan
thought
abstractedly
and
quite
apropos
of
nothing
that
at
an
evening
gathering
,
with
a
touch
of
mild
ultraviolet
in
the
wall
illumination
,
those
nails
would
glow
a
soft
apple
-
green
or
a
brooding
crimson
,
depending
on
the
angle
she
held
her
hands
.
A
clever
girl
,
one
like
Noys
,
could
produce
half
a
dozen
shades
out
of
them
,
and
make
it
seem
as
though
the
colors
were
reflecting
her
moods
.
Blue
for
innocence
,
bright
yellow
for
laughter
,
violet
for
sorrow
,
and
scarlet
for
passion
.
He
said
,
"
Why
did
you
make
love
to
me
?
"
She
shook
her
hair
back
and
looked
at
him
out
of
a
pale
,
grave
face
.
She
said
,
"
If
you
must
know
,
part
of
the
reason
was
the
theory
that
a
girl
can
become
an
Eternal
that
way
.
I
wouldn
’
t
mind
living
forever
.
"
"
I
thought
you
said
you
didn
’
t
believe
that
.
"
"
I
didn
’
t
,
but
it
couldn
’
t
hurt
a
girl
to
take
the
chance
.
Especially
—
"
He
was
staring
at
her
sternly
,
finding
refuge
from
hurt
and
disappointment
in
a
frozen
look
of
disapproval
from
the
heights
of
the
morality
of
his
homewhen
.
"
Well
?
"
