Potterley came down the stairs and looked about at the homemade gad-getry. You might have told me, Doctor. You'd have to believe this with all your insides, which you don't. It blundered on its way, struck a wall, felt to the base and began sidling along it.
Cliff didn't try to go past that tentacle. This was either for warmth or because of an instinctive repulsion even on the part of these particular large-primates themselves for hairless skin. The vision of a steam-tube with its smooth cylindrical sides sprang at him. But you couldn't understand it.
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