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The tent flap closed behind him. "So you can read my thought?" He sounded difficult again--on guard--irritated. Elsa wished with all her heart she hadn't spoken. Now she must answer. She was tempted to lie--decided not to--spoke calmly: "I could. At that moment, I couldn't help it. You see, Andrew, you've been trying to help me to understand you. Then you thought about me in connection with Bulah Singh. And he thought about both of us. It produced a condition."
-"Condition, eh? What was he thinking about? Could you tell that?"