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She looked as she always had, with her hair piled up high on her head / and the full lips drowsily sensuous, and her breasts thrusting firmly / upward against the tight-clinging fabric that ensheathed them just / below the curve of her throat, and the soft whiteness of her upper / bosom.
Only her eyes had changed. Stark terror looked out of them and suddenly / as she stared at us she pressed one hand to her throat and swayed back / against the bulkhead on the right side of the doorway. It brought / her up short. But I was sure that if it hadn't she'd have gone right / on retreating backwards until she either started screaming again or / crumpled to the floor in a dead faint.