5/31/2023 0 Comments Foundation's edgeWe left in a hurry and it never occurred to me to bring a supply, but really, Novi, there are only the two of us and we'll be together for some time in very close quarters and it's needless to be - to be - so concerned - about." He gestured vaguely, became aware of the horrified look in her eyes, and thought: Well, she's only a country girl after all and has her standards probably wouldn't object to improprieties of all kinds - but with her clothes on. "Look, I promise you that when this is over I shall see to it that you have a great deal of clothing - new and in the latest fashion. "You don't offend," said Gendibal cheerily. "I did not like to-to." (she looked down at herself) "offend." I should have taken them out and placed them in clear sight. They needed cleaning and they're in the detergent-hamper. "Your clothing?" Gendibal stared at her blankly for a moment and then rose to his feet in an access of contrition. "I be sorrow-laden." She paused and then said slowly, "I am very sorry to bother you, Master" (then she slipped again) "but I be loss-ridden for my clothing." Gendibal looked up from his charts and from his computer. She had a robe wrapped about her and was holding it tightly to herself in an agony of modesty. She had clearly been in the compact cleaning room, where oils, warm air, and a minimum of water freshened her body. Sura Novi now stepped into the control room of the small and rather old-fashioned ship that was carrying Stor Gendibal and herself across the parsecs in deliberate Jumps.
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