He managed a whisper. And he patted Margie's head again. They're wrong. If I spoke to them, they wouldn't understand; they'd lose patience; they'd laugh.
He merely held her close and whispered, Why are you so interested? His hand was almost brutally hard upon the nape of her neck, so that she stiffened and tried to draw back. Then he turned, and it was Mullen stepping inside. The Hawkinsite was backing away, drooping so that his forelimbs swept the floor in polite farewell. Blaustein shook his head gently.
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