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until there’s enough of a Galactic Council to make it.1
‘Well, you’ll have to tell him that yourself. In person.’
‘I’ll do just that, and tell him so he’ll stay told.’
‘Okay, but hurry —*
Belle and Garlock ‘ported out into the Main, arms around each other like a couple of college freshmen.
Both James and Lola stared thunderstuck at them.
‘Belle!’ Lola shrieked. ‘Why – Belle – Bellamy!’
‘What goes on here?’ James demanded.
‘Nothing much,’ Garlock replied, although he blushed almost as deeply as Belle did. ‘Cut the rope, Jim, and let the old bucket drop.’
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