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"
Don
’
t
talk
that
way
,
"
he
replied
peevishly
.
"
Do
you
or
do
you
not
want
to
go
?
"
She
looked
out
at
the
pale
desert
.
The
twin
white
moons
were
rising
.
Cool
water
ran
softly
about
her
toes
.
She
began
to
tremble
just
the
least
bit
.
She
wanted
very
much
to
sit
quietly
here
,
soundless
,
not
moving
until
this
thing
occurred
,
this
thing
expected
all
day
,
this
thing
that
could
not
occur
but
might
.
A
drift
of
song
brushed
through
her
mind
.
"
I
—
—
"
"
Do
you
good
,
"
he
urged
.
"
Come
along
now
.
"
"
I
’
m
tired
,
"
she
said
.
"
Some
other
night
.
"
"
Here
’
s
your
scarf
.
"
He
handed
her
a
phial
.
"
We
haven
’
t
gone
anywhere
in
months
.
"
"
Except
you
,
twice
a
week
to
Xi
City
.
"
She
wouldn
’
t
look
at
him
.
"
Business
,
"
he
said
.
"
Oh
?
"
She
whispered
to
herself
.
From
the
phial
a
liquid
poured
,
turned
to
blue
mist
,
settled
about
her
neck
,
quivering
.
