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104He shook his head. %u201cNo. Safety of the people involved on the projects is very good.%u201d He paused. %u201cLook, Kelly. I wish to thank you...%u201d%u201cFor my warm body and bed,%u201d she butted in.%u201cNo... er... yes... Er... that too, but I meant for your kindness to a complete stranger.%u201d%u201cMaybe I had an ulterior motive,%u201d she teased.%u201cWhat? You needed a milk maid?%u201d%u201cNo. A lover!%u201dHe stopped eating and looked at her as she continued to eat. He said nothing and she met his stare unswervingly and continued to eat as she did.She stopped eating. %u201cFarm work is quite smelly. Stinking of animals and our body odour might be an issue for someone of an academic background.%u201d%u201cI love your smell, Kelly. It was strange at first because one recalls the smell of a previous loved one.%u201d%u201cI thought the same,%u201d she said. %u201cI need to wash up. Can you check that Tom came and took the crates of milk. I often don%u2019t hear his van.%u201d%u201cSure. It%u2019s still not too dark.%u201dHe got up, as she picked up the plates and put them in the sink, and went outside.It was a warm evening. A bright moon was rising, throwing long shadows as he walked to the stone brick house. It was as he reached it, he saw the unmistakeable shadow of a person reaching out to him on the stone path. He did not feel happy to see it.He looked up. What he saw shocked im to the core: he was staring at himself. The other man, the figure standing there in 1940s clothes and with his face in the same shock as his, looked away and behind him and The Time Traveller