Popping out of that hole with one foot clamped to the hull had nearly bent him in two. He was perspiring freely. His thick-lidded, somewhat protuberant eyes gleamed in myopic good nature at them all, as he seated himself in his own chair-desk combination, lit directly by the one bright light in the room. Hanshaw compressed her lips.
It meant he would be late, but that didn't matter. It grew into an almost normal state of affairs. He had a trick of doing that when he wanted to be contrary, and he wanted to be contrary now, partly because he had had to carry the ice and glassware. Girls, too, who might hope to catch the eye of a top-scorer, almost certainly headed for Novia (or perhaps a low-scorer who needed cnosolation and had the cash to afford it).
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