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"
Tyrr
,
Tyrr
.
"
The
captain
laughed
exhaustedly
.
"
What
a
fine
name
!
But
,
my
good
woman
,
how
is
it
you
speak
such
perfect
English
?
"
"
I
’
m
not
speaking
,
I
’
m
thinking
,
"
she
said
.
"
Telepathy
!
Good
day
!
"
And
she
slammed
the
door
.
A
moment
later
there
was
that
dreadful
man
knocking
again
.
She
whipped
the
door
open
.
"
What
now
?
"
she
wondered
.
The
man
was
still
there
,
trying
to
smile
,
looking
bewildered
.
He
put
out
his
hands
.
"
I
don
’
t
think
you
understand
—
"
"
What
?
"
she
snapped
.
The
man
gazed
at
her
in
surprise
.
"
We
’
re
from
Earth
!
"
"
I
haven
’
t
time
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
’
ve
a
lot
of
cooking
today
and
there
’
s
cleaning
and
sewing
and
all
.
You
evidently
wish
to
see
Mr
.
Ttt
;
he
’
s
upstairs
in
his
study
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
the
Earth
Man
confusedly
,
blinking
.
"
By
all
means
,
let
us
see
Mr
.
Ttt
.
"
