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"Excuse me, please," she said to the other three at her table. "I must go now." She tossed her cards down onto the table and walked straight toward him; eyes still holding eyes. EXCUSE ME PLEASE SHE SAID TO THE OTHER THREE AT HER TABLE I MUST GO NOW SHE TOSSED HER CARDS DOWN ON TO THE TABLE AND WALKED STRAIGHT TOWARD HIM EYES STILL HOLDING EYES
 urge to go down into the very middle of the Middle; to the starship's main lounge. He knew that his hunches were infallible. At cards, dice, or wheels he had always had hunches and he had always won. That was why he had stopped gambling, years before, before anybody found out. He was that kind of a man. Apart from the matter of unearned increment, however, he always followed his hunches; but this one he did not like at all. He had been resisting it for hours, because he had never visited the lounge and did not want to visit it now. But _something_ down there was pulling like a tractor, so he went. He didn't go to his cabin; didn't even take off his side-arm. He didn't even think of it; the .41 automatic at his hip was as much a part of his uniform as his pants. Entering the lounge, he did not have to look around. She was playing bridge, and as eyes met eyes and she rose to her feet a shock-wave swept through him that made him feel as though his every hair was standing straight on end. LT AN OVERPOWERING URGE TO GO DOWN INTO THE VERY MIDDLE OF THE MIDDLE TO THE STARSHIP'S MAIN LOUNGE HE KNEW THAT HIS HUNCHES WERE INFALLIBLE AT CARDS DICE OR WHEELS HE HAD ALWAYS HAD HUNCHES AND HE HAD ALWAYS WON THAT WAS WHY HE HAD STOPPED GAMBLING YEARS BEFORE BEFORE ANYBODY FOUND OUT HE WAS THAT KIND OF A MAN APART FROM THE MATTER OF UNEARNED INCREMENT HOWEVER HE ALWAYS FOLLOWED HIS HUNCHES BUT THIS ONE HE DID NOT LIKE AT ALL HE HAD BEEN RESISTING IT FOR HOURS BECAUSE HE HAD NEVER VISITED THE LOUNGE AND DID NOT WANT TO VISIT IT NOW BUT SOMETHING DOWN THERE WAS PULLING LIKE A TRACTOR SO HE WENT HE DIDN'T GO TO HIS CABIN DIDN'T EVEN TAKE OFF HIS SIDE ARM HE DIDN'T EVEN THINK OF IT THE POINT FOR ONE AUTOMATIC AT HIS HIP WAS AS MUCH A PART OF HIS UNIFORM AS HIS PANTS ENTERING THE LOUNGE HE DID NOT HAVE TO LOOK AROUND SHE WAS PLAYING BRIDGE AND AS EYES MET EYES AND SHE ROSE TO HER FEET A SHOCK WAVE SWEPT THROUGH HIM THAT MADE HIM FEEL AS THOUGH HIS EVERY HAIR WAS STANDING STRAIGHT ON END
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