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Twissell
put
his
cigarette
to
his
lips
,
puffed
quickly
,
and
took
it
away
.
"
Leave
us
,
Finge
.
I
want
to
talk
to
the
boy
.
"
Finge
rose
,
murmured
something
,
and
left
.
Twissell
said
,
"
You
seem
nervous
,
boy
.
There
is
nothing
to
be
nervous
about
.
"
But
meeting
Twissell
like
that
was
a
shock
.
It
is
always
disconcerting
to
find
that
someone
you
have
thought
of
as
a
giant
is
actually
less
than
five
and
a
half
feet
tall
.
Could
the
brain
of
a
genius
actually
fit
behind
the
retreating
,
bald
-
smooth
forehead
?
Was
it
sharp
intelligence
or
only
good
humor
that
beamed
out
of
the
little
eyes
that
screwed
up
into
a
thousand
wrinkles
.
Harlan
didn
’
t
know
what
to
think
.
The
cigarette
seemed
to
obscure
what
small
scrabble
of
intelligence
he
could
collect
.
He
flinched
visibly
as
a
puff
of
smoke
reached
him
.
Twissell
’
s
eyes
narrowed
as
though
he
were
trying
to
peer
through
the
smoke
haze
and
he
said
in
horribly
accented
tenth
-
millennial
dialect
,
"
Will
you
petter
feel
if
I
in
your
yourself
dialect
should
speech
,
poy
?
"
Harlan
,
brought
to
the
sudden
brink
of
hysterical
laughter
,
said
carefully
,
"
I
speak
Standard
Intertemporal
quite
well
,
sir
.
"
He
said
it
in
the
Intertemporal
he
and
all
other
Eternals
in
his
presence
had
used
ever
since
his
first
months
in
Eternity
.
"
Nonsense
,
"
said
Twissell
imperiously
.
"
I
do
not
bother
of
Intertemporal
.
My
speech
of
ten
-
millennial
is
over
than
perfect
.
"
Harlan
guessed
that
it
had
been
some
forty
years
since
Twissell
had
had
to
make
use
of
localwhen
dialects
.
