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           Iwanttobeyourfriend...Iwanttobeyourfriend!"hecriedtothespaceatlarge.

           Galt’seyeswerewatchinghim,withoutexpression,givinghimnocluetowhattheywereseeing,exceptthattheywereseeingit.

           Mr.Thompsonjerkedsuddenlyintobustling,unnecessarymotions,asifhewereinahurry,"I’vegottorunalong,"hesaid."I...Ihavesomanyappointments.We’lltalkaboutitsomemore.Thinkitover.Takeyourtime.I’mnottryingtohigh-pressureyou.Justrelax,takeiteasyandmakeyourselfathome.Askforanythingyoulike—food,drinks,cigarettes,thebestofanything."HewavedhishandatGalt’sgarments."I’mgoingtoorderthemostexpensivetailorinthecitytomakesomedecentclothesforyou.Iwantyoutogetusedtothebest.Iwantyoutobecomfortableand...Say,"heasked,alittletoocasually,"haveyougotanyfamily?Anyrelativesyou’dliketosee?"

           "No."

           "Anyfriends?"

           "No."

           "Haveyougotasweetheart?"

           "No."

           "It’sjustthatIwouldn’twantyoutogetlonesome.Wecanletyouhavevisitors,anyvisitoryouname,ifthere’sanyoneyoucarefor."

           "Thereisn’t."

           Mr.Thompsonpausedatthedoor,turnedtolookatGaltforamomentandshookhishead."Ican’tfigureyouout,"hesaid."Ijustcan’tfigureyouout.