And they could talk, they found; and never once, it seemed, did their meaning and intention hitch. We’re different. “Thank you, Martin,” she replied graciously. Across the blackboard the colored chalks flew like flights of variously tinted rockets as diagram after diagram flickered into being. In the meanwhile, as he talked, he scrutinized her face, ran his eyes over her careless, gracious poise, wondered hard about her. Perhaps once it had desired some other human being intolerably. But I'm not worrying about that.
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