Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 51 — page 100: what you’re looking at

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JEAN—GENE—JEANNE the turf. Without looking back, with no pause for reconsideration, the slim figure of the traveller made for the ship. Thick hair streaming in the wind, he tore up the ladder to the port. More calmly, not falling behind, silent, the greater muscled Andros fol- lowed. There were more ladders, other chambers, until they came to those in which the pilot had lived on his voyage from the Earth. Andros, looking about, nodded. “It is very well designed, little Jean.” “So is a padded cell. But do you think the prisoner appre- ciates that ?”’ Infinitely patient, Andros leaned against the wall. “You are not mad.” “No,” Jean agreed heavily. “T’m not mad.” His smile was forced. ““Would you like to see the cabin? I'll call you.” Andros was gone, without argument, without resent- ment, to wait until his friend should be ready to disclose his secret. That was Andros, quiet, gentle, unassuming, kind. “He mustn’t know what I’m thinking. He mustn’t know how I feel. It would make him miserable. And he mustn’t be. I’ve done enough harm coming here. But it’s only been to myself. I mustn’t hurt him.” He was changing, not very quickly, however much he tried to hurry. “Underwear, stockings—most important— the dress. It must be a gay dress. And a ribbon for my hair, a bright, cheerful ribbon.” It was right to take a long time over dressing. One ought to look one’s best when it was time to say “good-bye.” “The brightest lipstick you’ve got. And if it smudges the first time, and the second, you can try again. You want to look as nice as possible. You could have been a lovely girl, Jean. A girl any man would be proud to be in love with. Even a man like Andros. “There, I’m all right now. I’m smiling. I don’t look miserable. I’m not miserable. I’m being sensible, that’s all. And honest. I’ve got to be honest with Andros. “But, please, if he is ashamed, if he feels disgusted, comiclbooks.cormn