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Here
she
found
another
small
surprise
.
The
bed
in
the
room
she
had
been
given
was
as
modern
as
next
week
,
complete
with
automassage
,
coffee
dispenser
,
weather
control
,
reading
machine
,
etc
.
–
but
the
alarm
circuit
was
missing
,
there
being
only
a
plain
cover
plate
to
show
where
it
had
been
.
Jill
shrugged
and
decided
that
she
would
probably
not
oversleep
anyway
,
crawled
into
bed
,
slid
the
spool
into
the
reading
machine
,
lay
back
and
scanned
the
words
streaming
across
the
ceiling
.
Presently
the
speed
control
slipped
out
of
her
relaxed
fingers
,
the
lights
went
out
,
and
she
slept
.
Jubal
Harshaw
did
not
get
to
sleep
as
easily
;
he
was
vexed
with
himself
.
His
initial
interest
in
the
situation
had
cooled
off
and
reaction
had
set
in
.
Well
over
a
half
century
earlier
he
had
sworn
a
mighty
oath
,
full
of
fireworks
,
never
again
to
pick
up
a
stray
cat
–
and
now
,
so
help
him
,
by
the
multiple
paps
of
Venus
Genetrix
,
he
had
managed
to
pick
up
two
at
once
no
,
three
,
if
he
counted
Ben
Caxton
.
The
fact
that
he
had
broken
his
oath
more
times
than
there
were
years
intervening
did
not
trouble
him
;
his
was
not
a
small
mind
bothered
by
logic
and
consistency
.
Nor
did
the
mere
presence
of
two
more
pensioners
sleeping
under
his
roof
and
eating
at
his
table
bother
him
.
Pinching
pennies
was
not
in
him
.
In
the
course
of
nearly
a
century
of
gusty
living
he
had
been
broke
many
times
,
had
several
times
been
wealthier
than
he
now
was
;
he
regarded
both
conditions
as
he
did
shifts
in
the
weather
,
and
never
counted
his
change
.
But
the
silly
foofooraw
that
he
knew
was
bound
to
ensue
when
the
busies
caught
up
with
these
children
disgruntled
him
in
prospect
.
He
considered
it
certain
that
catch
up
they
would
;
a
naive
child
like
that
Gillian
infant
would
leave
a
trail
behind
her
like
a
club
-
footed
cow
!
Nothing
else
could
be
expected
.
Whereupon
people
would
come
barging
into
his
sanctuary
,
asking
stupid
questions
and
making
stupid
demands
?
and
he
,
Jubal
Harshaw
,
would
have
to
make
decisions
and
take
action
.
Since
he
was
philosophically
convinced
that
all
action
was
futile
,
the
prospect
irritated
him
.
He
did
not
expect
reasonable
conduct
from
human
beings
;
he
considered
most
people
fit
candidates
for
protective
restraint
and
wet
packs
.
He
simply
wished
heartily
that
they
would
leave
him
alone
!
–
all
but
the
few
he
chose
for
playmates
.
He
was
firmly
convinced
that
,
left
to
himself
,
he
would
have
long
since
achieved
nirvana
?
dived
into
his
own
belly
button
and
disappeared
from
view
,
like
those
Hindu
jokers
.
Why
couldn
’
t
they
leave
a
man
alone
?
Around
midnight
he
wearily
put
out
his
twenty
-
seventh
cigarette
and
sat
up
;
the
lights
came
on
.
"
Front
!
"
he
shouted
at
the
microphone
beside
his
bed
.
Shortly
Dorcas
came
in
,
dressed
in
robe
and
slippers
.
She
yawned
widely
and
said
,
"
Yes
,
Boss
?
"
"
Dorcas
,
for
the
last
twenty
or
thirty
years
I
’
ve
been
a
worthless
,
useless
,
no
-
good
parasite
.
"
