Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 51 — page 27: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION sharp and feminine, almost malicious. She was one of those flighty young things, that was the trouble: her mind ran on romance and trivialities instead of on the important things of life. You only had to look at her to see that. As though to prove it to himself, Warren looked frankly and searchingly at her. Deborah had fair hair that was drawn back from her brow to reveal the beauty of her high forehead. Even though, in her distress at her father’s transformation, she had not taken any pains with her appearance today, nothing could spoil the per- fection of her features. -Her mouth was small yet sensitive and generous; Warren could not help wondering what she looked like when she smiled. “Tm sorry,” she _ said again, getting up. “It’s been so nice to talk to you. I oughtn’t to have spoilt it by saying what I did.” He rose, and they went out 26 together. She glanced at him uncertainly as they paused by the moving paveway. “TI hope everything works out all right,” she said. “Till let you know.” “Will you?” Warren surprised himself by saying: “‘Can I see you tomorrow evening? Let me take you out somewhere.” Wellies.” “Or the day after. It'll be the week-end. If we can’t be cheerful at least we can share our sorrows.’ He _ spoke lightly, with a_ deliberate facetiousness, but he found that he was waiting anxiously for her reply. She studied him gravely, and now her eyes were clear and beautiful. She said: “ All right.” THE NEXT DAY HE worked like an automaton. For once the edge of his resentment was _ dulled. Usually he did the job per- functorily, studying the re- cords of the Education Bureau and making out a comiclooks.com