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of hot air from the register was as dry as only super-cooled and reheated air can be; in ten minutes it 
had sucked the moisture from the coverall. They still hadn't come for me. They thought I had gone 
over the side with the others. 
I risked a look out the driver's window. No one was in sight in the stern except a man I had not 
seen before, standing by the bench looking back toward the ship, which was half-hidden behind ice 
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* * * 
An hour later the landing craft scraped bottom and the engines growled to a stop��and still 
nobody had yanked the door open and hauled me out into the cold. I eased back up beside the 
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in place. It went down with a heavy clang that I heard even through the insulated car. Two men in 
cold-suits splashed over it 
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