Конец вечности

           I’mconfinedinanasylum,livingindaydreams,andunawareofit.’"

           Noysleanedclosetopinchhim."Feelanything?"

           Hedrewherheadtowardhim,feltbathedinhersoft,blackhair.

           Whentheyseparated,shesaidbreathlessly,"You’vechangedthere,too.You’vebecomeverygoodatit."

           "I’vegotagoodteacher,"beganHarlan,andstoppedabruptly,fearingthatwouldimplydispleasureatthethoughtofthemanywhomighthavehadthemakingofsuchagoodteacher.

           Butherlaughseemeduntroubledbysuchathought.Theyhadeatenandshelookedsilky-smoothandwarmlysoftintheclothinghehadbroughther.

           Shefollowedhiseyesandfingeredtheskirtgently,liftingitloosefromitssoftembraceofherthigh.Shesaid,"Iwishyouwouldn’t,Andrew.Ireallywishyouwouldn’t."

           "There’snodanger,"hesaidcarelessly.

           "Thereisdanger.Nowdon’tbefoolish.Icangetalongwithwhat’shere,until-untilyoumakearrangements."

           "Whyshouldn’tyouhaveyourownclothesanddoodads?"

           "Becausethey’renotworthyourgoingtomyhouseinTimeandbeingcaught.AndwhatiftheymaketheChangewhileyou’rethere?"

           Heevadedthatuneasily."Itwon’tcatchme."Then,brightening,"BesidesmywristgeneratorkeepsmeinphysiotimesothataChangecan’taffectme,yousee."

           Noyssighed."Idon’tsee.