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"
Why
do
you
act
so
angry
with
me
?
"
asked
Noys
.
Her
arms
and
shoulders
were
bare
and
her
long
legs
shimmered
in
faintly
luminescent
foamite
.
He
said
,
"
I
am
not
angry
.
I
have
no
feeling
for
you
at
all
.
"
At
the
moment
he
felt
the
statement
to
be
rigidly
true
.
She
said
,
"
Are
you
still
working
?
Surely
,
you
must
be
tired
.
"
"
I
can
’
t
work
if
you
’
re
here
,
"
he
replied
peevishly
.
"
You
are
angry
with
me
.
You
did
not
say
a
word
to
me
all
evening
.
"
"
I
said
as
little
as
I
could
to
anybody
.
I
wasn
’
t
there
to
speak
.
"
He
waited
for
her
to
leave
.
But
she
said
,
"
I
brought
you
another
drink
.
You
seemed
to
enjoy
one
at
the
gathering
and
one
isn
’
t
enough
.
Especially
if
you
’
re
going
to
be
working
.
"
He
noticed
the
small
Mekkano
behind
her
,
gliding
in
on
a
smooth
force
-
field
.
He
had
eaten
sparingly
that
evening
,
picking
lightly
at
dishes
concerning
which
he
had
reported
in
full
in
past
Observations
but
which
(
except
for
fact
-
searching
nibbles
)
he
had
thus
far
refrained
from
eating
.
Against
his
will
,
he
had
liked
them
.
Against
his
will
,
he
had
enjoyed
the
foaming
,
light
green
,
peppermint
-
flavored
drink
(
not
quite
alcoholic
,
something
else
,
rather
)
that
was
currently
fashionable
.
It
had
not
existed
in
the
Century
two
physioyears
earlier
,
prior
to
the
latest
Reality
Change
.
He
took
the
second
drink
from
the
Mekkano
with
an
austere
nod
of
thanks
to
Noys
.
