Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. But all those empty years!… My heart was hot. Brown was no fool, and he understood the sudden onus of the other children to share the limelight. Never before had he seen a man like Enschede nor heard a voice like Ruth's. 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. It was in her eyes—the big thing that comes but once.
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