Astounding Science Fiction, British Edition, December 1955 — page 98: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

96 ASTOUNDING SCIENCE FICTION ‘ The girl was mute for a long while. “How did they find us?” she asked at The spaceman told her. She didn’t cry this time. There seemed to be no tears left. They said almost nothing during the hour of bulleting homeward flight. Lora raised over a nighted horizon, like one huge fountain of soaring metal pride. The flier buzzed around, finding a ledge on one of the smaller towers on the north side. The guard nodded. “Your apartment is No. 337, right down the hall, sir,”’ he stated. ““Good evening.” Langley led the way. When the door opened for him, he saw a layout of four small rooms, comfortable but unostentatious. There was a service robot, but clearly his new position did not include live slaves. Except— He faced around to Marin, and stood looking at her for a minute. She returned his gaze steadily, but she was pale and there was a darkness in her eyes. This blanched creature was not Peggy, he thought. The rage and bitterness rose in his throat like vomit. All over. C’est fini. Here ends the saga. He had tried, and all his hopes had been kicked down, and she was the one who had wrecked them! *‘Get out,” he said. She lifted a hand to her mouth, as if he had struck her, but no words would come.