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THE SWAP

It stuck out so far and high that he could see the white, stretched skin that covered it.
Funny, he thought, I imagined I was much too farsighted to be able to focus on anything as close as that, or, for that matter, on that nose opposite.
Suddenly, he was overcome by vertigo. What was his actual position? outlook? orientation? There wasn't any doubt. It was only fear that was making him try to question it. A blast of sheer dread struck him like a line squall. Here was real nightmare. He'd never imagined a dream as simple as this could so stun him with panic. He must wake up. What roused him; however, was a laugh-not a very pleasant one -but he had to own that it wasn't sinister, only ugly, and so, in a way, reassuring. Where had he heard that queer neighing cackle? Of course, it was a rather clever but quite offensive parody of his own cheerful "ha, ha."
The face close before him began to draw away. But the laughter went on; Jones could see as well as hear that now. The laughter was obviously coming from the face that was now drawn away sufficiently to be seen as a whole. There was no longer a shadow of a doubt under which to take shelter. He had to come out into the hard light of knowledge. He could see himself laughing, and that unpleasant neighing must be-if not the sound of his voice, at least what it sounded like-to whom? To Mather, of course! The mouth opposite him ceased to gape and bellow. It was about to form words. The accent of the voice was little more pleasant than its laughter.
" Well, we've done it." Jones heard the remark, a mincing parody of his own (as he'd always thought) rather clear-

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