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With
the
kettle
loading
done
and
the
controls
adjusted
Harlan
and
Noys
appeared
in
a
final
change
of
costume
,
approximating
that
of
an
unurbanized
area
of
the
early
20th
.
Noyshad
modified
Harlan
’
s
suggestion
for
her
wardrobe
,
according
to
some
instinctive
feeling
she
claimed
women
had
when
it
came
to
matters
of
clothing
and
aesthetics
.
She
chose
thoughtfully
from
pictures
in
the
advertisements
of
the
appropriated
volumes
of
the
news
magazine
and
had
minutely
scrutinized
items
imported
from
a
dozen
different
Centuries
.
Occasionally
she
would
say
to
Harlan
,
"
What
do
you
think
?
"
He
would
shrug
.
"
If
it
’
s
instinctive
knowledge
,
I
’
ll
leave
it
to
you
.
"
"
That
’
s
a
bad
sign
,
Andrew
,
"
she
said
,
with
a
lightness
that
did
not
quite
ring
true
.
"
You
’
re
too
pliable
.
What
’
s
the
matter
,
anyway
?
You
’
re
just
not
yourself
.
You
haven
’
t
been
for
days
.
"
"
I
’
m
all
right
,
"
Harlan
said
in
a
monotone
.
Twissell
’
s
first
sight
of
them
in
the
role
of
natives
of
the
20th
elicited
a
feeble
attempt
at
jocularity
.
"
Father
Time
,
"
he
said
,
"
what
ugly
costumes
in
the
Primitive
,
and
yet
how
it
fails
to
hide
your
beauty
,
my
-
my
dear
.
"
Noys
smiled
warmly
at
him
,
and
Harlan
,
standing
there
impassively
silent
,
was
forced
to
admit
that
Twissell
’
s
rust
-
choked
vein
of
gallantry
had
something
of
truth
in
it
.
Noys
’
s
clothing
encompassed
her
without
accentuating
her
as
clothing
should
.
Her
make
-
up
was
confined
to
unimaginative
dabs
of
color
on
lips
and
cheeks
and
an
ugly
rearrangement
of
the
eyebrow
line
.
Her
lovely
hair
(
this
had
been
the
worst
of
it
)
had
been
cut
ruthlessly
.
Yet
she
was
beautiful
.
Harlan
himself
was
already
growing
accustomed
to
his
own
uncomfortable
belt
,
the
tightness
of
fit
under
armpits
and
in
the
crotch
and
the
mousy
lack
of
color
about
his
rough
-
textured
clothing
.
Wearing
strange
costumes
to
suit
a
Century
was
an
old
story
to
him
.
Twissell
was
saying
,
"
Now
what
I
really
wanted
to
do
was
to
install
hand
controls
inside
the
kettle
,
as
we
discussed
,
but
there
isn
’
t
any
way
,
apparently
.
The
engineers
simply
must
have
a
source
of
power
large
enough
to
handle
temporal
displacement
and
that
isn
’
t
available
outside
Eternity
.
Temporal
tension
while
occupying
the
Primitive
is
all
that
can
be
managed
.
However
,
we
have
a
return
lever
.
"
