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. They are unique." She moved restlessly. "Thorby, would you mind if I sat in a chair? I don't bend as well as I used to."
Thorby blushed. "Ma'am . . . I have none. I am dis --"
"There's one right behind you. And another behind me." She stood up and touched the wall. A panel slid aside; an upholstered armchair unfolded from the space disclosed.
Seeing his face she said, "Didn't they show you?" and did the same on the other wall; another chair sprang out.
Thorby sat down cautiously, then let his weight relax into cushions as the chair felt him out and adjusted itself to him. A big grin spread over his face. "Gosh!"
"Do you know how to open your work table?"
"Table?"
"Good heavens, didn't they show you anything?"
"Well . . . there was a bed in here once. But I've lost it."
Doctor Mader muttered something, then said, "I might have known it. Thorby, I admire these Traders. I even like them. But they can be the most stiff-necked, self-centered, contrary, self-righteous, uncooperative -- but I should not criticize our hosts. Here." She reached out both hands, touched two spots on the wall and the disappearing bed swung down. With the chairs open, there remained hardly room for one person to stand. "I'd better close it. You saw what I did?"
"Let me try."
She showed Thorby other built-in facilities of what had seemed to be a bare cell: two chairs, a bed, clothes cupboards
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