Bête, she told herself fiercely. \"Want your pencil back?\" She asked him warily, squinting. Hidden menace; a prescience of something dreadful about to happen. Her mind turned to her own future, the endless trickle of years. To Spurlock's observing eye, Enschede's wrinkles multiplied and the folds in his clothes.
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