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           Berquistandthecopwithhim–ifhewasacop.Johnson."

           "Oh,yes."Harshawreflectedthathehimselfstillretainedun-Martiannotionsoffood,subconsciouslyatleast."Mike,Iwouldn’tworryaboutwastingthat‘food.’Theyprobablywouldhavebeentoughandpoorflavor.Idoubtifameatinspectorwouldhavepassedthem.Infact,"headded,recallingtheFederationconventionabout"longpig,""Iamcertainthattheywouldhavebeencondemnedasunfitforfood.Sodon’tworryaboutit.Besides,asyousay,itwasanecessity.Yougrokkedthefullnessandactedrightly."

           "Iammuchcomforted,"Mikeansweredwithgreatreliefinhisvoice.‘OnlyanOldOnecanalwaysbesureofrightactionatacusp?andIhavemuchlearningtolearnandmuchgrowingtogrowbeforeImayjointheOldOnes.Jubal?MayImoveit?Iamtiring."

           "Youwanttomakeitgoawaynow?Goahead."

           "ButnowIcannot."

           "Eh?Whynot?"

           "Yourheadisnolongerunderit.Idonotgrokwrongnessinitsbeing,whereitis."

           "Oh.Allright.Moveit."Harshawcontinuedtowatchit,expectingthatitwouldfloattothespotnowoverhisheadandthusregainawrongness.Insteadtheashtraymoveddownwardataslow,steadyspeed,movedsidewaysuntilitwascloseabovehisdesktop,hoveredforamoment,thenslidtoanemptyspotandcameintoanalmostnoiselesslanding.

           "Thankyou,Jubal,"saidSmith.

           "Eh?ThankYOU,Son!"Jubalpickeduptheashtray,examineditcuriously.