"Mara was in the upper bunk when he went below. She seemed to be asleep, but he wasn't sure. Her face was turned to the steel bulkhead, and all he couls see of her was the sweep of her hip under a gray blanket and the gleam of her yellow hair. He remembered how she had looked when she offered herself to him and he glanced at her again. Her breathing was too deliberate, her body too rigid. She was not asleep. But she did not want to talk to him. He turned off the tiny light and undressed quietly in the dark and slid into the lower bunk beneath her. "

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