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He
evaded
that
uneasily
.
"
It
won
’
t
catch
me
.
"
Then
,
brightening
,
"
Besides
my
wrist
generator
keeps
me
in
physiotime
so
that
a
Change
can
’
t
affect
me
,
you
see
.
"
Noys
sighed
.
"
I
don
’
t
see
.
I
don
’
t
think
I
’
ll
ever
understand
it
all
.
"
"
There
’
s
nothing
to
it
.
"
And
Harlan
explained
and
explained
with
great
animation
and
Noys
listened
with
sparkling
eyes
that
never
quite
revealed
whether
she
was
entirely
interested
,
or
amused
,
or
,
perhaps
,
a
little
of
both
.
It
was
a
great
addition
to
Harlan
’
s
life
.
There
was
someone
to
talk
to
,
someone
with
whom
to
discuss
his
life
,
his
deeds
,
and
thoughts
.
It
was
as
though
she
were
a
portion
of
himself
,
but
a
portion
sufficiently
separate
to
require
speech
in
communication
rather
than
thought
.
She
was
a
portion
sufficiently
separate
to
be
able
to
answer
unpredictably
out
of
independent
thought
processes
.
Strange
,
Harlan
thought
,
how
one
might
Observe
a
social
phenomenon
such
as
matrimony
and
yet
miss
so
vital
a
truth
about
it
.
Could
he
have
predicted
in
advance
,
for
instance
,
that
it
would
be
the
passionate
interludes
that
he
would
later
least
often
associate
with
the
idyl
?
She
snuggled
into
the
crook
of
his
arm
and
said
,
"
How
is
your
mathematics
coming
along
?
"
Harlan
said
,
"
Want
to
look
at
a
piece
of
it
?
"
"
Don
’
t
tell
me
you
carry
it
around
with
you
?
"
"
Why
not
?
The
kettle
trip
takes
time
.
No
use
wasting
it
,
you
know
.
"
He
disengaged
himself
,
took
a
small
viewer
from
his
pocket
,
inserted
the
film
,
and
smiled
fondly
as
she
put
it
to
her
eyes
.
