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“
Where
Thufir
Hawat
goes
,
death
and
deceit
follow
.
”
“
You
malign
him
.
”
“
Malign
?
I
praise
him
.
Death
and
deceit
are
our
only
hopes
now
.
I
just
do
not
fool
myself
about
Thufir
’
s
methods
.
”
“
You
should
.
.
.
keep
busy
,
”
he
said
.
“
Give
yourself
no
time
for
such
morbid
—
”
“
Busy
!
What
is
it
that
takes
most
of
my
time
,
Wellington
?
I
am
the
Duke
’
s
secretary
—
so
busy
that
each
day
I
learn
new
things
to
fear
.
.
.
things
even
he
doesn
’
t
suspect
I
know
.
”
She
compressed
her
lips
,
spoke
thinly
:
“
Sometimes
I
wonder
how
much
my
Bene
Gesserit
business
training
figured
in
his
choice
of
me
.
”
“
What
do
you
mean
?
”
He
found
himself
caught
by
the
cynical
tone
,
the
bitterness
that
he
had
never
seen
her
expose
.
“
Don
’
t
you
think
,
Wellington
,
”
she
asked
,
“
that
a
secretary
bound
to
one
by
love
is
so
much
safer
?
”
“
That
is
not
a
worthy
thought
,
Jessica
.
”
The
rebuke
came
naturally
to
his
lips
.
There
was
no
doubt
how
the
Duke
felt
about
his
concubine
.
One
had
only
to
watch
him
as
he
followed
her
with
his
eyes
.
