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Show -339- one term for a colleague, who had gone off to Europe with his family. It had been the only survivor of a litter of six puppies that the bitch had refused, or been unable, to nurse. The apartment was on the ground floor of a four storey building, and it ran the full length of the structure. The pug began to bark as they entered the front door, but scrambled happily about their feet xrhen they got into the front room. Also xaiting for them just inside the door xas the Professor's oldest granddaughter. Although a little more than a year older than her sister, she xas now about the same height. Her hair xas a shade more blonde, and today she had pulled it severely back and fastened it in a bob at the nape of her neck. She xas xrearing a long dress, and she had put on make-up. She xas obviously trying to appear as old as possible. "Hello," the Professor said, putting his arms around her and kissing her on the cheek. "You do look older than the last time I saw you." This granddaughter had been born at the beginning of the second, year of the Professor's stay in Turkey. That would make her twelve, going on thirteen. The last time he had seen her, when her family had visited in Utah, she had still been young enough to swim nude with her sister and her cousins in the Professor's pool; but a few months after, |
