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She shook her head. "I don't believe it."
"You mean you don't want to!"
"I don't believe it. He's People. You can tell it in his walk, his manner, his good mind, everything about him. Hmm . . . I'll look at the files myself."
"Go ahead. Since you don't believe me."
"Now, Fjalar, I didn't say --"
"Oh, yes, you did. If I told you it was raining dirtside, and you didn't want rain, you --"
"Please, dear! You know it never rains this time of year on Hekate. I was just --"
"Sky around us!"
"There's no need to lose your temper. It doesn't become a captain."
"It doesn't become a captain to have his word doubted in his own ship, either!"
"I'm sorry, Fjalar." She went on quietly, "It won't hurt to look. If I widened the search, or looked through unfiled material -- you know how clerks are with deadfile data. Mmm . . . it would help if I knew who Thorby's parents were -- before election. While I shan't permit him to marry before then, I might line up important support if it was assumed that immediately after, a wedding could be expec --"
"Rhoda."
"What, dear? The entire Vega group could be swayed, if a presumption could be established about Thorby's birth . . . if an eligible daughter of theirs --"
"Rhoda!"
"I was talking, dear."
"For a moment, I'll talk. The Captain. Wife, he's fraki blood. Furthermore, Baslim knew it
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