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Harlan
leaped
from
the
kettle
,
and
raised
his
voice
.
"
Noys
!
Noys
!
"
The
echoes
bounced
off
the
walls
of
the
empty
Section
in
hollow
syncopation
.
Twissell
,
climbing
out
more
sedately
,
called
after
the
younger
man
,
"
Wait
,
Harlan
-
-
"
That
was
useless
.
Harlan
,
at
a
run
,
was
hurtling
along
the
corridors
toward
that
portion
of
the
Section
they
had
made
a
kind
of
home
.
He
thought
vaguely
of
the
possibility
of
meeting
one
of
Twissell
’
s
"
evolved
men
"
and
momentarily
his
skin
prickled
,
but
then
that
was
drowned
in
his
urgent
need
to
find
Noys
.
"
Noys
!
"
And
all
at
once
,
so
quickly
that
she
was
in
his
arms
before
he
was
sure
he
had
seen
her
at
all
,
she
was
there
and
with
him
,
and
her
arms
were
around
him
and
clutching
him
and
her
cheek
was
against
his
shoulder
and
her
dark
hair
was
soft
against
his
chin
.
"
Andrew
?
"
she
said
,
her
voice
muffled
by
the
pressure
of
his
body
.
"
Where
were
you
?
It
’
s
been
days
and
I
was
getting
frightened
.
"
Harlan
held
her
out
at
arm
’
s
length
,
staring
at
her
with
a
kind
of
hungry
solemnity
.
"
Are
you
all
right
?
"
