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"I know it."
"Then let friendship answer. Marry me, Lincoln. Give me a year, that's all. One
little year to love you. I'll let you go. I won't cling. I won't make you hate
me. Darling, it's so little to ask... so little to give..."
The door-bell chimed. Powell looked at Mary helplessly. "Guests," he murmured
and directed Open in C-sharp at the TP lock-sensor. At the same time she
directed Close a fifth above. The harmonies meshed and the door remained shut.
"Answer me first, Lincoln."
"I can't give you the answer you want, Mary."
The door-bell chimed again.
He took her shoulders firmly, held her close and looked deep into her eyes.
"You're a 2nd. Read me as deeply as you can. What's in my mind? What's in my
heart? What's my answer?"
He removed all blocks. The thundering plunging depths of his mind cascaded over
her in a warm, frightening torrent... terrifying, yet magnetic and desirable;
but... "Snow. Mint. Tulips. Taffeta," she said wearily. "Go meet your guests,
Mr. Powell. I'll make your canapes. It's all I'm good for."
He kissed her once, then turned toward the living room and opened the front
door. Instantly, a fountain of brilliance sparkled into the house, followed by
the guests. The Esper party began.

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Mary...