Sheppard, rushing from the adjoining
room. The telegram reminded Ann Veronica that she
had no place for interviews except her bed-sitting-room, and she sought her
landlady and negotiated hastily for the use of the ground floor parlor, which very
fortunately was vacant. What he wanted desperately was to be alone. Her pat answer to all inquiries was,
“I let my sister Shari make me over,” while she kept from
staring at her own reflection in the shiny shoes past her
bare knees. Lucy grabbed the hand cannon, stuffing
it with powder, nearly missing a swing of the sword
meant for her neck. Any man
might have endeavoured to protect himself in this fashion, a man with no one to
care, with an unnameable terror at the thought (as if it mattered!) of being buried
in alien earth, far from the familiar places he loved.
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