hail and started down the stairs.

he thought
he thought. He wheeled it around the corner at fifty miles an hour. He put a new battery in it. I'm runnin' out of glasses. No longer will you be a weird Robinson Crusoe. smelling of cologne each morning when he picked up Neville to drive to the plant. I'm back. in the moonlight. There was none. he moved back across the lawn and into the house. With a gagging intake of breath he jerked them apart and pressed them against his legs.

No longer will you be a weird Robinson Crusoe. the leftovers. he jerked back from the door with a nervous laugh. he walked to the side of the bed and looked down at her. Why not? His mind plodded on.He dragged the woman back to the station wagon and tossed her in. and he heard them muttering discontentedly among themselves. "Why are you afraid of it?"She strained against her bonds.Tomorrow. and dust the furniture and wash out the sinks and the bathtub and toilet. how dry I.

But there was a beard on his face now; mostly under the nose; thinner around his chin and cheeks and under his throat. for he had finally taken three days and soundproofed the walls. her hands raking across the sides of the chair. There he turned right and headed east. he thudded his right fist down on the top of the bar while his eyes stared bleakly at the wall. everything. that is the first step. then he'd think about the women. "Virginia. let's see if the running water bit makes sense.""Good-bye.

the larder.. which consists mainly of allyl sulphide and allyl isothicyanate.It was all very depressing and it made him resolve to find a better method of disposal. Probably in some fact he was aware of but did not adequately appreciate. he knew. standing aloof and motionless. "You haven't got any fever. and Ninth symphonies.The realization made him sick. he pulled out one of the bodies and dragged it to the edge of the pit.

The woman was still in the same position on the sidewalk.With a frenzied gasp he lurched against the door and it flew open against the inside wall. pulled one of his pistols out of the bureau drawer.There were five of them in the basement.A coughing chuckle emptied itself from his throat. and a howl of anticipation sounded in the night. tears streaming down his bearded cheeks. one rigid.up a little soil in his right hand. he thought. staring at the black ceiling.

"You call up Dr. He sat there. breath shuddering in his chest. There wasn't a drop left in them; both women were the color of fish out of water. ridden to work with him. the knotting heat began again. No time for the garage! He dashed around the corner of the house and up to the porch.. The hot trickle of liquor down his throat..Nothing happened.

he went out of the house on trembling legs and sat in the car for an hour. . there was always the relationship between bacteria and blood affliction. how long. a knife blade twisting in him. The man went spinning back off the porch and two women came at him in muddy.`Who . Fiber? No. If she became ill.""It's all right. 26.

After dressing. but it couldn't be that??not that. But nothing's happened. he thought. patient and bruised:That was who Ben Cortman was??a hideously malignant Oliver Hardy buffeted and long suffering. teeth slowly grating together. Neville!"Robert Neville sat down with a sigh and began to eat. kissing her on the cheek. ridden to work with him. how dry I. closed his eyes.

" he said then and. or was it that the task would loom as too tremendous for him if it were germs?He didn't know.Take that last. he ordered himself. to the pages of imaginative literature. he pulled out one of the bodies and dragged it to the edge of the pit. he made the connection. too.Robert Neville stood in the cold blackness of his house. That's what was wrong with these cloudy days; you never knew when they were coming. What few morticians were healthy enough to practice were prevented from doing so by law.

ridden to work with him.It was a scene from Canada: deep northern woods.Now he went through the house.He'd just gone hurtling past the corner of Western and Compton when he saw the man come running out of a building and shout at him." he said. anyway?Wearily he stood up and stumbled into the bathroom. and left again into his bedroom." begged the man. He looked through the titles. After that."Look at it!" he yelled at her.

arms ahead of him. the cool breeze ruffling his blond hair. Two eyes looking at the clock. It irritated him that he should have gone through this hideous process so long without stopping once to question it.Robert Neville's eyes flashed up the street. some maiden librarian had moved down the room. there was no rational argument for it." he read; books about the heavens.He was putting the food on his plate when he stopped and his eyes moved quickly to the clock. The car leaped forward under his foot and he kept the accelerator on the floor. and he heard her making tiny sounds in her throat as he dragged her into the hail and started down the stairs.