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's all.'
She held out her free hand to him, and he helped her up. She had
regained some of her colour, and appeared very much better.
'It's nothing,' she repeated shortly. 'I only gave my wrist a bit of a
bang. Thanks, comrade!'
And with that she walked on in the direction in which she had been
going, as briskly as though it had really been nothing. The whole incident
could not have taken as much as half a minute. Not to let one's feelings
appear in one's face was a habit that had acquired the status of an
instinct, and in any case they had been standing straight in front of a
telescreen when the thing happened. Nevertheless it had been very difficult
not to betray a momentary surprise, for in the two or three seconds while
he was helping her up the girl had slipped something into his hand. There
was no question that she had done it intentionally. It was something small
and flat. As he passed through the lavatory door he transferred it to his
pocket and felt it with the tips of his fingers. It was a scrap of paper
folded into a square.
While he stood at the urina