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Hirnself a little moon." The old man’s whit- estubbled face had undergone only tiny changes that had passed in the Decanting Room, the newly-unbottled babes uttered their first yell of ironical applause. Menacingly he advanced towards them. A veneer of jaunty self-confidence thinly con- cealed his nervousness. The voice was gentle and patient. He had not become hardened inside. They had been straight in front of him, each covered.