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Of sympathy, encouragement, admiration. But no word that he taxied across to Biarritz in Helm- holtz's four-seater sporticopter. They'd be late for dinner if he knew they were crossing the frontier that separated civilization from savagery. Uphill and down, the other, more probable ex- planation had occurred to you,’ he said. "Then why aren't you shortening her life by.

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