"Not very long."
"I thought not. Don't you know those subjects are on the index? They're forbidden. The Dohlmites destroy any such book no sooner than they get their hands on it. They even destroy anyone who has made a study of it."
He shook his head.
"I'm sorry," she replied, "but there isn't a paragraph on plant life in the library." Her gray eyes brightened. "What about me? You could take me out. I'm a hell of a sight more fun than those musty books."
He said with a grin, "Do you know anything about plant life?"
"No. But I could show you a thing or two about animal life."
He was tempted. She had worked in the factory where the green insulation suits were made. She might be able to give the Sinn Feiners valuable information.
"What time do you get off?"
"Now! Where are you going to take me?"
"But the library," he expostulated.