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〃Well；〃 I said。 Then with brilliant inspiration； 〃Well 。 。 。〃 again。 For the first time in a lifetime of verbal pyrotechnics I found the flow shut off。 I paced the room and pulled my scattered wits together。
〃I hate to look a gift rocket in the tubes；〃 I told her； 〃neverthelesswhy me？ A simple but hard working bodyguard； who will guard your person； labor for the cause and look forward to the restoration of his stolen lands and title。 How e the big jump from office boy to board chairman？〃
〃You know better than to ask that；〃 she said and smiled； and the temperature of the room rose ten degrees。 〃I think you can handle this job as well as I can； and enjoy doing it。 Working together； you and I will make this the cleanest revolt that ever took over a planet。 What do you say？〃
I was pacing behind her as she talked。 She stood up and took me by the arm； stilling my restless walking。 I could feel the warmth of her fingers burning through my thin shirt。 Her face was in front of me； smiling； and her voice pitched so low that I barely heard it。
〃It would be something； wouldn't it。 You and I 。 。 。 together。〃
Wouldn't it！ There are occasions when words can't say it all and your body speaks for you。 This was a time like that。 Without physical deliberation my arms were around her； pulling her to me； my mouth pushing down on hers。
For the briefest of instants she was the same； her arms tight on my shoulders； her lips alive。 Just for a sliver of time so brief that afterwards I couldn't be sure that I hadn't imagined it。 Then the warmth was suddenly drained away and everything was wrong。
She didn't fight me or attempt to push back。 But her lips were lifeless under mine and her eyes open； looking at me with a sterile emptiness。 She did nothing until I had dropped my arms and stepped away； then she seated herself stiffly in the chair again。
〃What's wrong？〃 I asked not trusting myself to say more。
〃A pretty faceis that all you think of？〃 she asked； and the words seemed pulled from her in sobs。 Expressing real emotions didn't e easily with her。 〃Are you men all alikeall the same…？〃
〃Nonsense！〃 I shouted； angered in spite of myself。 〃You wanted me to kiss youdon't deny it！ What changed your mind？〃
〃Would you want to kiss her？〃 Angelina screamed； torn by emotions I couldn't understand。 She pulled at a thin chain around her neck。 It snapped and she half threw it at me。 There was a tiny locket on the chain； still warm from her body。 It had an image enlarger in it； and when held at the right angle the picture inside could be seen clearly。 I had the chance for only a single glimpse at the girl in the photograph； then Angelina changed her mind and pulled it away； pushing me towards the door at the same time。 It slammed behind me and I heard the heavy safety bolts thud home。
Ignoring the guard's raised eyebrows I stamped down the hall to my own room。 My emotions had triumphed nicely over my powers of reason； and apparently Angelina's had toofor just an instant。 Yet I couldn't understand her cold withdrawal or the significance of the picture。 Why did she wear it？
I had only had a single glimpse of the contents but that was enough。 It was the photo of a young girl； a sister perhaps？ A tragic thing； one of those horrible proofs of the law of chance that an almost infinite number of binations are possible。 This girl was cursed with ugliness； that is the only way to describe it。 It was no single factor of a bent back； adenoidal jaw or protruding nose。 Instead it was the damning bination of traits that bined to form a single； repellent whole。 I didn't like it。 But what did it matter。。。。
I sat down suddenly with the clear realization that I was being incredibly stupid。 Angelina had given me a simple brief glimpse into the dark motivations that had made her； shaped her life。
Of course。 The girl in the picture was Angelina herself。
With this realization so many other things became clear。 Many times when looking at her I had wondered why that deadly mind should be housed in such an attractive package。 The answer was clearly that I wasn't looking at the original package that had shaped the mind。 To be a man and to be ugly is bad enough。 What must it feel like to a woman？ How do you live when mirrors are your enemies and people turn away rather than look at you？ How do you bear life when at the same time you are blessedor cursedwith a keen and intelligent mind that sees and is aware of everything； makes the inescapable conclusions and misses not the slightest hint of repulsion。
Some girls might mit suicide； but not Angelina。 I could guess what she had done。 Hating herself； loathing and detesting her world and the people on it； she would have had no punction about mitting a crime to gain the money she wanted。 Money for an operation to correct one of those imperfections。 Then more money for more operations。 Then someone who dared to stop her in this task； and the ease and perhaps pleasure with which she killed him。 The slow upward climb through crime and murderto beauty。 And during the climb the wonderful brain that had been housed in the illformed flesh had been warped and changed。
Poor Angelina。 I could be sorry for her without forgetting the ones she had killed。 Poor； tragic； a lone girl who in winning half the battle had lost the other half。 Purchased skill had shaped the body into a lovelytruthfully an angelicform。 Yet in succeeding； the strength of the mind that had acplished all this had been deformed until it had been made as ugly as the body had been in the beginning。
Yet if you could change a bodycouldn't you change a mind？ Could something be done for her？
The very pressure and magnitude of my thoughts drove me out of the small room and into the air。 It was nearing midnight and the guards would be stationed below and all the doors locked。 Rather than face the explanations and simple mechanical difficulties； I climbed upwards instead。 There would be no one in the roof gardens and walkways this time of night； I could be alone。
Freibur has no moon； but it was a clear night and the stars cast enough light to see by。 The roof guard saluted when I went by； and I could see the red spark of a cigarette in his hand。 I should have said something about it； but my mind was too occupied。 Passing on I turned a corner and stood leaning on the parapet； looking out unseeingly at the black bulk of the mountains。
Something kept gnawing for attention and after a few minutes I recognized what it was。 The guard。 He was there for a purpose and smoking on duty wasn't considered the best behavior for a sentry。 Perhaps I was being finicky； but it is a failing of mine。 Take care of all the small factors and the big ones take care of themselves。 In any case； simply thinking about it was bothering me； so I might as well go around and say a word to him。
He wasn't at his usual post； which was optimistic； at least he was making the rounds and keeping an eye on things。 I started to walk back when I noticed the broken flowers hanging from the edge of the garden。 This was most unusual because the roof gardens were the Count's special pleasure