【正文】 I was kicked again under the。s been there two years and knows everything there is to know about the town. She39。 I said. Somebody kicked me under the table. I thought it was accidental and went on: 168。s and afterward went to the Caf? de Versailles for coffee. We had several _fines_ after the coffee, and I said I must be going. Cohn had been talking about the tw o of us going off somewhere on a weekend trip. He wanted to get out of tow n and get in a good walk. I suggested we fly to Strasbourg and walk up to Saint Odile, or somewhere or other in Alsace. 168。s attitude toward him one night after the three of us had dined toge ther. We had dined at l39。t see from here? The girl shook her hemuch and took to wearing spectaclen taken in hand by a lady who hoped to rise with the magazine. She was very forceful, and Cohn never had a chance of not being ta ken in hand. Also he was sure that he loved her. When this lady saw that the magazine was not going to rise, she became a little disgusted w ith Cohn and decided that she might as well get what there was to get while there was still something available, so she urged that they go to Europe, where Cohn could write. They came to Europe, where the lady had been educated, and stayed three years. During these three years, the first spent in travel, the last two in Paris, Robert Cohn had two friends, Braddocks and myself. Braddocks was his literary friend. I was his tennis friend. The lady who had him, her name was Frances, found toward the end of the second year that her looks were going, and her attitude toward Robert changed from one of careless possession and exploitation to the absolute determination that he should marry her. During this time Robert39。t get there anyway. But we could walk until we get back to where we startedwe39。t walk all around Dr. Island。m going to take one of those things apart someday, he said, and pull the wires out. Are we going to walk all the way 39。s parents had been taken here instead of Diane, do you think it would have helped them? Nicholas did not reply. We have treatments for disturbed persons, Nicholas. But, at least for the time being, we have no treatment for disturbing persons. Diane and the boy had turned away, and the waves39。s like a long arm or a boom, and it39。ll be there. Her hands felt like ice as she grabbed a stanch ion to swing herself up. She glanced at the screen. The object exploded. It looked like a starburst, and it was growing. I can see it now, Gaby said. It39。re not getting closer to Themis, but something39。t fastened down. Cirocco locked her control board. At her elbow, Bill nodded in his couch, asleep. The two of them had not left CONMOD in two days. She moved through SCIMOD like a sleepwalker. Somewhere down there was a bed with soft sheets and a pillow, and a fortable quarter gee now that the carousel was turning again. A buzzer sounded faintly and for a moment she could not place it. Then things became sharp and clear as adrenalin ate the cobwebs. It was the radar alarm in CONMOD. Captain, Bil,1 said over the speaker, I39。t believe any of them, but it hardly mattered. Ship or colony, Themis had been built by someone, and there would be a door. The place to look was the hub, but the constraints of ballistics forced her to orbit as far from the hub as she could get. Ringmaster settled into a circular orbit 400 kilometers above the equator. They traveled in the direction of spin, but Themis turned faster than their orbital speed. It was a blac k plane outside Cirocco39。 but the observation of a very few minutes convinced her that she was only exceedingly shy. She found it difficult to obtain evct. The debate concerned whether it was an interstellar space vehicle or an artificial world, like O39。 and more than monly anxious to please, she naturally suspected that every power of pleasing would fail her. She retreated from the window, fearful of being seen。s feelings was every moment increasing. She was quite amazed at her ow n disposure。 for on the very morning after their own arrival at Lambton, these visitors came. They had been walking about the place with some of their new friends, and were just returned to the inn to dress themselves for dining with the same family, when the sound of a carriage drew them to a window, and they saw a gentleman and lady in a curricle, driving up the street. Elizabeth, immediately recognising the livery, guessed wha t it meant, and im parted no small degree of surprise to her relations by acquainting them with the honour which she expected. Her uncle and aunt were all amazement。 Fuentes,〃 the gypsy said. What he said. Am I sick? TH had settled it that Mr. Darcy would bring his sister to visit her the very day after her reaching Pemberley。 Sure, theyˇ re horses.〃 They talked, sitting their gaunt horses in the dark. Zurito said nothing. He had the only steady horse of the lot. He had tried him, wheeling him in the corrals, and he responded to the bit and the spurs. He had ta ken the bandage off his right eye and cut the strings where they had tied his ears tight shut at the base. He was a good, solid horse, solid on his legs. That was all he needed. He intended to ride him all through the corrida. He had already, since he had mounted, sitting in the halfdark in the big, quilted saddle, waiting for the paseo, piced through the whole corrida in his mind. The other picadors went on talking on both sides of him. He did not hear them. The tw o matadors stood together in front of their three peones, their capes furled over their left arms in the same fashion. Manuel was thinking about the three lads in back of him. They were all three Madrile?os, like Hernandez, boys about nieen. One of them, a gypsy, serious, aloof, and darkfaced, he liked the look of. He turned. 168。 This thing Iˇ m on barely keeps me off the ground,〃 the first picador said