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People don't have the same nightmares." "We did." "Then maybe--maybe it wasn't a nightmare!" "Nonsense. We're here. We're all right. But I think perhaps we'd better
get out of here--oh, Keerist! I'm one solid bruise." He twisted around
until he found the fastenings and opened the bag. With a groan he stood
up. | 1 |
All right," he said. "I'll come." He accepted the Earther's card, looked at it mechanically, saw the
name--Kal Quinton--and pocketed it. "Sure," he said. "I'll be there." The Earthers moved toward their little jetcar, smiling gratefully. As
Rolf crossed the street, the other Spacers greeted him with cold,
puzzled stares. * * * * *
Kanaday was almost as tall as Rolf, and even uglier. Rolf's eyebrows
were bold and heavy; Kanaday's, thick, contorted, bushy clumps of hair. Kanaday's nose had been broken long before in some barroom brawl; his
cheekbones bulged; his face was strong and hard. | 1 |
His kind of mind can't stand opposition. We'd just be a
thorn in the side of the new Earth Government. They don't want _any_
free colonies." "Well, let's give them one." Mario sat down tiredly, snapping his
fingers at the Dustie. "Furs!" he snarled. He looked up, his dark eyes
burning. "It's no good, Pete. We can't let them get away with it. | 1 |
I expected
nothing. No danger, no possibility of danger, threatened us. And, I may
say, to use a commonplace but very accurate expression, that what
happened came as an absolute bolt from the blue. I heard at the same
time, when the Prefect of Police and his men broke into my house and
proceeded to arrest me, I heard at the same time and for the first time
of the murder of Hippolyte Fauville, the murder of Edmond, and the arrest
of my adored Marie." "Impossible!" cried Don Luis, in a renewed tone of aggressive wrath. "Impossible! Those facts were a fortnight old. I cannot allow that you
had not heard of them." "Through whom?" | 3 |
Then he grasped a whole row of empty trucks and spun
them down a bank. He sent a huge boulder of chalk bursting among them,
and then ripped up a dozen yards of rail with a mighty plunge of his
foot. So he commenced the conscientious wrecking of the pit. "Work all my days," he said, "at this!" It was an astonishing five minutes for the little geologist he had, in
his preoccupation, overlooked. This poor little creature having dodged
two boulders by a hairbreadth, got out by the westward corner and fled
athwart the hill, with flapping rucksack and twinkling knicker-bockered
legs, leaving a trail of Cretaceous echinoderms behind him; while young
Caddles, satisfied with the destruction he had achieved, came striding
out to fulfil his purpose in the world. "Work in that old pit, until I die and rot and stink!... What worm did
they think was living in my giant body? Dig chalk for God knows what
foolish purpose! Not _I!_"
The trend of road and railway perhaps, or mere chance it was, turned his
face to London, and thither he came striding; over the Downs and athwart
the meadows through the hot afternoon, to the infinite amazement of the
world. | 1 |
Ever since, looking over her
shoulder, she had perceived her brother Percy dodging about in the
background, her active young mind had been busying itself with
schemes for throwing him off the trail. She must see George that
morning. She could not wait another day before establishing
communication between herself and Geoffrey. But it was not till she
reached Little Weeting that there occurred to her any plan that
promised success. A trim maid opened the door. "Is the vicar in?" "No, miss. He went out half an hour back." Maud was as baffled for the moment as her brother Percy, now
leaning against the vicarage wall in a state of advanced
exhaustion. "Oh, dear!" | 2 |
"George Hanlon, you are hereby officially dismissed from the
Inter-Stellar Corps' Cadet School!" So saying, Admiral Rogers ripped all identifying symbols from Hanlon's
uniform, then turned again to the marines. "Take him outside the
Reservation." They hauled Hanlon, still shrieking and cursing, out of the room, out of
the building, across the park, and to the gate of the Corps' property. There his handcuffs were removed, and the sneering marines literally and
not-too-gently booted him into the street, where he sprawled face
downward in a muddy puddle. Hanlon pulled himself erect, apparently mad clear through. He shook his
fist at the grinning marines gathered just inside the gate. He cursed
them fluently with every foul oath and name he could remember ever
having heard. Innately clean of speech and thought, this swearing nearly
gagged him. But he was "putting on a good act." | 1 |
"Let us leave these drunken fellows," he said with disgust. "Come on,
old man. Our partners are waiting in the gaming room." "Ladies and gentlemen," said the Hetman as we entered. "Permit me to
present a new player to you, my friend, Lieutenant de Saint-Avit." "Let it go at that," he murmured in my ear. "They are the servants. But I like to fool myself, you see." I saw that he was very drunk indeed. The gaming room was very long and narrow. | 1 |
"Debra's doing real well," he said. "The net's all over her. Biggest
thing ever. Flash-baking is taking off in nightclubs, dance mixes with
the DJ's backup being shoved in bursts into the dancers." "God," I said. "I fucked up, Dan. I fucked it all up." He didn't say anything, and that was the same as agreeing. Driving back to the hotel, I decided I needed to talk to Kim. She was a
problem I didn't need, and maybe a problem I could solve. | 1 |
Avoid fixed ideas. The probability
is this man _is_ Colonel Clay. Strangers are generally scarce at
Seldon. If he isn't Colonel Clay, what's he here for, I'd like
to know? What money is there to be made here in any other way? I shall inquire about him." We dropped in at the Cromarty Arms, and asked good Mrs. M'Lachlan
if she could tell us anything about the gentlemanly stranger. Mrs. M'Lachlan replied that he was from London, she believed, a pleasant
gentleman enough; and he had his wife with him. | 3 |
It was too bad, he
thought, that he didn't have some companion to appreciate his wealth and
power. He examined his equipment carefully. Everything was clean. Everything was in order. There was no device
lacking. Proudly, he looked down at the huge, yellow pendant he was wearing for
the first time. It was funny, he thought, that he had never considered a
probe unit before. Now that he thought of it, this was a most
satisfactory device. Now, he could look into his villagers' minds and
see clearly what lay there. Even, he could get some ideas of the
intentions of visiting caravan masters. | 1 |
"Some of the earlier coffins of our
race, I know, were made of marble, and others of metal, both of which
materials, I expect, would withstand the encroaches of time for a
hundred years, at least." "Let us examine," said George. There were shelves or niches built into the walls all round, on which
the coffins were placed, so that there could not be much difficulty in a
minute examination of them all, the one after the other. When, however, they came to look, they found that "decay's offensive
fingers" had been more busy than they could have imagined, and that
whatever they touched of the earlier coffins crumbled into dust before
their very fingers. In some cases the inscriptions were quite illegible, and, in others, the
plates that had borne them had fallen on to the floor of the vault, so
that it was impossible to say to which coffin they belonged. Of course, the more recent and fresh-looking coffins they did not
examine, because they could not have anything to do with the object of
that melancholy visit. "We shall arrive at no conclusion," said George. "All seems to have
rotted away among those coffins where we might expect to find the one
belonging to Marmaduke Bannerworth, our ancestor." "Here is a coffin plate," said Marchdale, taking one from the floor. He handed it to Mr. | 0 |
He also said that there were
pirates on the island in the lake. I never saw them either. What he liked telling me about best was the city of gold and precious
stones which you came to if you walked far enough through the woods at
the back of the stables. He was always meaning to go off there some
day, and, from the way he described it, I didn't blame him. It was
certainly a pretty good city. It was just right for dogs, too, he said,
having bones and liver and sweet cakes there and everything else a dog
could want. It used to make my mouth water to listen to him. We were never apart. I was with him all day, and I slept on the mat in
his room at night. But all the time I couldn't get out of my mind what
Jack had said. | 2 |
Yes, indeed, without knowing what I was about, like an awkward and
unlucky lover, I had compromised myself by writing this unfortunate
sentence. "Aha! you are in love with Gräuben?" he said, with the right look for
a guardian. "Yes; no!" I stammered. "You love Gräuben," he went on once or twice dreamily. "Well, let us
apply the process I have suggested to the document in question." My uncle, falling back into his absorbing contemplations, had already
forgotten my imprudent words. I merely say imprudent, for the great
mind of so learned a man of course had no place for love affairs, and
happily the grand business of the document gained me the victory. | 1 |
He
hoped I would permit this, as it would be for them the event of a
lifetime which their grandchildren would never tire of hearing them
describe. The entrance of the class interrupted our conversation, and the
doctor and myself, having taken our seats in a gallery, where we could
hear and see without being seen, the session at once began. "This morning," said the teacher, "we confined ourselves for the sake of
clearness to the effects of the profit system upon a nation or community
considered as if it were alone in the world and without relations to
other communities. There is no way in which such outside relations
operated to negative any of the laws of profit which were brought out
this morning, but they did operate to extend the effect of those laws in
many interesting ways, and without some reference to foreign commerce our
review of the profit system would be incomplete. "In the so-called political economies of our forefathers we read a vast
deal about the advantages to a country of having an international trade. It was supposed to be one of the great secrets of national prosperity,
and a chief study of the nineteenth-century statesmen seems to have been
to establish and extend foreign commerce.--Now, Paul, will you tell us
the economic theory as to the advantages of foreign commerce?" "It is based on the fact," said the lad Paul, "that countries differ in
climate, natural resources, and other conditions, so that in some it is
wholly impossible or very difficult to produce certain needful things,
while it is very easy to produce certain other things in greater
abundance than is needed. In former times also there were marked
differences in the grade of civilization and the condition of the arts in
different countries, which still further modified their respective powers
in the production of wealth. This being so, it might obviously be for the
mutual advantage of countries to exchange with one another what they
could produce against what they could not produce at all or only with
difficulty, and not merely thus secure many things which otherwise they
must go without, but also greatly increase the total effectiveness of
their industry by applying it to the sorts of production best fitted to
their conditions. In order, however, that the people of the respective
countries should actually derive this advantage or any advantage from
foreign exchange, it would be necessary that the exchanges should be
carried on in the general interest for the purpose of giving the people
at large the benefit of them, as is done at the present day, when foreign
commerce, like other economic undertakings, is carried on by the
governments of the several countries. | 1 |
Watt and the waiter regarded the tray. Then their eyes met. There was a brief silence. "Here," Martin said, replacing the glass. "Much too weak. Get me
another, please. I'm reorienting toward a new phase, which means a
different optimum," he explained to the puzzled Watt as he readjusted a
chair beside the great man and dropped into it. Odd that he had never
before felt at ease during rushes. Right now he felt fine. Perfectly at
ease. | 1 |
Once one of
the little children was caught in a whirling eddy of red dust, and its
mother rushed into the deadly stuff to seize it and bring it out. Then
the tribe had to hide for three days while the two of them recovered
from the debilitating poison. Once, too, they found a half-acre patch of the giant cabbages--there
were six of them full grown, and a dozen or more smaller ones--and Burl
took two men and speared two of the huge, twelve-foot slugs that fed
upon the leaves. When the tribe passed on it was gorged on the fat meat
of the slugs, and there was much soft fur, so that all the tribefolk
wore loin-cloths of the yellow stuff. There were perils, too, in the journey. On the fourth day of the tribe's
traveling, Burl froze suddenly into stillness. One of the hairy
tarantulas--a trap-door spider with a black belly--had fallen upon a
scarabæus beetle, and was devouring it only a hundred yards ahead. The tribefolk, trembling, went back for half a mile or more in
panic-stricken silence, and refused to advance until he had led them a
detour of two or three miles to one side of the dangerous spot. Long, fear-ridden marches through perilous countries unknown to them,
through the golden aisles of yellow mushroom forests, over the flaking
surfaces of plains covered with many-colored "rusts" and molds; pauses
beside turbid pools whose waters were concealed by thick layers of green
slime, and other evil-smelling ponds which foamed and bubbled slowly,
which were covered with pasty yeasts that rose in strange forms of
discolored foam. Fleeting glimpses they had of the glistening spokes of symmetrical
spiders'-webs, whose least thread it would have been beyond the power of
the strongest of the tribe to break. | 1 |
It speeded toward the beaches, combing into rollers at an unwonted
distance from shore; plunged with savage violence upon the sands of the
shallows, as if it would annihilate them; and then, spreading swiftly,
ran with terrific speed up the strand, seeming to devour everything it
touched. After each recoil it sprang higher and roared louder and grew
blacker with the mud that it had ground up from the bottom. Miles inland
the ground trembled with the fast-repeated shocks. Again the Hudson was hurled backward until a huge bore of water burst
over the wharves at Albany. Every foot of ground in New York less than
twenty feet above the mean high tide level was inundated. The
destruction was enormous, incalculable. Ocean liners moored along the
wharves were, in some cases, lifted above the level of the neighboring
streets, and sent crashing into the buildings along the water-front. Etherograms told, in broken sentences, of similar experiences on the
western coasts of Europe, and from the Pacific came the news of the
flooding of San Francisco, Los Angeles, Portland, Tacoma, Seattle, and,
in fact, every coast-lying town. On the western coast of South America
the incoming waves broke among the foothills of the Andes. It was as if the mighty basins of the world's two greatest oceans were
being rocked to and fro, sending the waters spinning from side to side. | 1 |
Coniston's voice came like a scream from the grid. "Hahn is dead. The
controls are broken!" I shouted, "Miko, hold Anita! Come on, Snap!" We clung to the ladders. Snap was behind me. "Careful, Gregg! Good
God!" This dizzying whirl. | 1 |
Inoculation by the Metamorphizer might be compared
to cutting off a man's leg or transplanting part of his brain. Albert--what happens when you cut off a man's leg?" I was tired of being talked to like a grammarschool class. Still, I
humored her. "Why, then he has only one leg," I answered agreeably if
idiotically. "True. More than that, he has a onelegged disposition. His whole ego,
his entire spirit is changed. No longer a twolegged creature, reduced,
he is another--warped, if you like--being. To come to the immediate
point of the grass: if you engender an omnivorous capacity you implant
an insatiable appetite." | 1 |
He's earned it. Besides, he isn't young and may
die before he gets it, and that would lose them two or three hundred
years." "Belle?" "In favor. Shall I drop the linkage? No," she answered her own question. "No other minds here will have any idea of what it means, and it may do
some of them a bit of good to see one of their own minds firing on more
than one barrel." "Thank you, Galaxians." The scientist's mind had been quivering with
eagerness. "I am inexpressibly glad that you have found me worthy of so
much help." | 1 |
There was just the slightest quaver in his voice. It was almost more than Morrow had hoped for. He could play it through,
now. "This is a Martian friend of mine," he said, hooking his thumb
toward Smitty. "I can't stay long. Somebody might see our spaceship and
get curious." "Your--spaceship?" Foster queried falteringly. "We landed it out in back." The room was silent for a moment. | 1 |
't any rate a pair would be enough to breed from. As to
'alf a dozen, I consider it'd be a waste o' public money, an' I'll
oppose it tooth and----" [_They don't part friends._]
* * * * *
[Illustration: _The Squire._ "I don't seem to know your face, my man. Do
you live about here?" _Old Rustic._ "Yes, sir. But, yer see, I ain't often at the
public-'ouse!"] * * * * *
[Illustration: _First Doubtful Character._ "This yer's all 'umbug about
a thief not bein' able to look a honest man in the heye." _Second Doubtful Character._ "Well, if 'e can't, 'e can _punch_ 'im in
the heye!"] * * * * *
[Illustration: LITTLE AND GOOD
_Gentleman._ "Who do these pigs belong to, boy?" _'Chaw. '_ "Why, this 'ere owd zow." | 2 |
Hilary stared at the motionless flier with interest. "What are those
round glass disks stretched along the hull in a double row?" he asked. "They look like burning glasses." "That's just what they are," said Grim sadly. "The top row are
sun-lenses, that throw a terrible ray for a distance of two to three
hundred feet. Melts everything in its path--men trees, rocks even. You
saw one in action in the sun-tube with which poor old Peabody was cut
in half. The lower row of lenses on the flier are search beams." "Search beams?" | 1 |
There was a twenty-foot square piece of
metal apparatus, ramified and intricate; I heaved it over upon its
side. A thousand little mirrors and prisms, dislodged from it, came
out in a splintering deluge. I was aware of Snap fighting with a brown-shelled figure. Then he was
free of it. I saw it mashed and broken at his feet as I dove past,
swimming in the smoke to lunge the length of a great fluorescent tube
which was still dimly glowing. My pole pried it over; it crashed with
a brief puff of light and the rush of an explosion as air went into
its vacuum. I found Snap panting beside me, clinging to me in mid-air. The glare
was dying around us; the din was lessening. We were choking in the
chemical fumes of the released, half-burned gases. Turgid darkness was
coming to the wrecked room, with little hissing flares spitting
through it. | 1 |
I can't believe that;
he'd have struck before this and wiped us all out!" "Not necessarily, Murray," the Tenant replied. "Until he became
convinced that his agents, the Scowrers, could do nothing against us,
he would bide his time. He sits motionless, like a spider, at the
center of the web; he does little himself; his agents are numerous. Or, perhaps, he wishes to recruit us into his hellish organization." "It is a possibility," Reader Rawson admitted. "One which we can
neither accept nor reject safely. And we must learn the truth as soon
as possible. If this man is really He, we must not spurn Him on mere
suspicion. If he is a man, come to help us, we must accept his help;
if he is speaking the truth, the people who sent him could do wonders
for us, and the greatest wonder would be to make us, again, a part of
a civilized community. | 1 |
This syndicate existed for a
more terrible purpose than the promulgating of a Chinese vice; it had
in its clutches men entrusted with national secrets, men of genius but
slaves of a horrible drug. Under the influence of that drug, my
friends, how many of those secrets may they not have divulged?" His words were received in hushed silence. "What became of those stolen plans?" he continued, speaking now in a
very low voice. "In the stress of recent years has the Haley torpedo
made its appearance so that we might learn to which Government the
plans had been taken? No! the same mystery surrounds the fate of the
information filched from the drugged brain of 'M. Blank.' In a word"--
he raised a finger dramatically--"someone is hoarding up those
instruments of destruction! | 3 |
Henrietta is a brunette, and
(selfish thing!) stood out for yellow! However, we settled it amicably
at last by choosing--as a compromise--pink. Then I made a capital
suggestion, which pleased everybody immensely. Instead of caps we are to
wear picture-hats. _Wednesday._--Went out in our boat for the first time. Such a fight for
places! I managed to secure bow, which is a long way the best seat, as
you lead the procession. Everybody sees you first, and it is most
important that the crew should create a good impression. Henrietta
wanted the position, and said that her brother had told her that the
lightest girl should always be bow. | 2 |
The Institute is a private research organization with a Federal
grant. Its records are open to anyone." "All the records?" The man's face was vague in the gathering twilight. Dalgetty thought he could make out a skeptically lifted brow. He
didn't reply directly but said, "There's a foggy notion in the public
mind that a group equipped with a complete science of man--which the
Institute hasn't got by a long shot--could 'take over' at once and, by
manipulations of some unspecified but frightfully subtle sort, rule
the world. The theory is that if you know just what buttons to push
and so on, men will do precisely as you wish without knowing that
they're being guided. The theory happens to be pure jetwash." "Oh, I don't know," said the man. "In general terms it sounds pretty
plausible." | 1 |
Without thinking, Robin struggled to rise, but his muscles could not
obey him. In the first seconds the pressure on him was mild, he might
have been able to move if he'd given some extra effort. But by the time
his astonishment had worn off, the pressure had climbed beyond the
limitations of the cramped space and his young muscles. The rocket had started slowly as these great towering constructions
do. The first blasts barely served to push it away from its launching
guides. It seemed to tremble in every plate as if precariously perched
upon the short, furious blast of yellow. Then the fiery tail lengthened
as the tall, thin metal body rose slowly, lifted like a thin white
pencil on the roaring cataract of burning gases. Now it was its own length from the ground, now pushing up faster,
giving in split seconds the curious impression that it might topple
over at any instant. But the steady rise gained in speed, the rocket
pushed away from its burning tail ever faster, the fire turned from
yellow to blue, and within a few more blinks of the eye it was hurtling
into the sky, vanishing into a dot, and then was beyond sight. To Robin it seemed again as if a giant hand were pressing down. | 1 |
The three men
stiffened and fell--into the cavity dug for them. Their lives had been
forfeited for their crimes. Dirt was shoveled upon them. No longer
would fliers of the space lanes fear them. But there were other outlaws. Captain Cragley, his crew of six, and nine passengers, set out in the
direction of Deliphon. The trip promised to be perilous and fraught with
danger, as well as grueling and full of hardships. Though I had been to
Venus once before, I knew little of the yellow jungles. My time on the
clouded world had been spent in the colonies. Our first day of tramping took us through lush jungles and dismal
swamps. | 1 |
"Yes, I've heard of them," she said. "You're one," I told her. "You can heal many people." She shook her head. "Only could do it because I love you, Billy Joe,"
she said. "We'll teach you," I promised her. "Would you like to learn? You've
heard of the Lodge, haven't you?" "Lordy!" she gasped. | 1 |
Was Rawson out of his mind? He could
not be sure. Certainly he had got an awful bump, but there were no
bones broken. However, it might be that he was still dazed--a crack on
the head might have done it. But there was no use in further argument, he admitted to himself. Dean
was going to the crater again--there was no stopping him--but he was
not going alone; Smithy could see to that. * * * * *
Again Rawson took the more difficult ascent. They went first to the
ghost town: the slope above Little Rhyolite would save weary miles. But, once there, they knew that the route was not a place where they
would care to be in the night. The realization came when Smithy,
walking where they had been the day before, passing the sand dune
where the wind had been scouring, seized Rawson's arm. | 1 |
"The traffic. More people about." The silence was heavy. "If we can make it to an air lock without being
challenged," Brad said, "we'll get Ram to a taxi. Hodak, can you rig a taxi to manual control and
leave it with enough power for a one-time flight
through the depot's cocoon?" Hodak, Zolan and Adari put their heads together. Ram shoved his head in among them, and vigorous
hand motions cut the air. Ram nodded as Hodak
turned back to Brad. "Can do," he said. "Next item," Brad said. | 1 |
"Come on board quickly, and let us push off." Hans, with a vigorous thrust, sent us from the shore. The raft shot
twenty fathoms out to sea. It was a moment of intense excitement. The Professor was watching the
hand of the chronometer. "Five minutes more!" he said. "Four! Three!" My pulse beat half-seconds. | 1 |
I am as wax in the potter's hand henceforth. And now I ask you on the eve of this long journey why my brother and
myself are thus hunted. How we stand in the way of these enemies of
ours I cannot imagine." "That I am ready to tell you, since you ask no more. You stand between
your enemies and a fortune." "Impossible!" "I knew you would say that. But wait." Ferrars rose abruptly. "I shall
not see you again before we leave for New York," he said, taking up his
hat. | 2 |
Now when the morning came we were all of us very eager to come to the
flying of the kite; for it seemed possible to us that we might effect
the rescue of the people in the hulk before the evening. And, at the
thought of this, we experienced a very pleasurable sense of excitement;
yet, before the bo'sun would let us touch the kite, he insisted that we
should gather our usual supply of fuel, the which order, though full of
wisdom, irked us exceedingly, because of our eagerness to set about the
rescue. But at last this was accomplished, and we made to get the line
ready, testing the knots, and seeing that it was all clear for running. Yet, before setting the kite off, the bo'sun took us down to the further
beach to bring up the foot of the royal and t'gallant mast, which
remained fast to the topmast, and when we had this upon the hill-top, he
set its ends upon two rocks, after which he piled a heap of great pieces
around them, leaving the middle part clear. Round this he passed the
kite line a couple or three times, and then gave the end to Jessop to
bend on to the bridle of the kite, and so he had all ready for paying
out to the wreck. And now, having nothing to do, we gathered round to watch, and,
immediately, the bo'sun giving the signal, Jessop cast the kite into
the air, and, the wind catching it, lifted it strongly and well, so
that the bo'sun could scarce pay out fast enough. Now, before the kite
had been let go, Jessop had bent to the forward end of it a great
length of the spun yarn, so that those in the wreck could catch it as
it trailed over them, and, being eager to witness whether they would
secure it without trouble, we ran all of us to the edge of the hill to
watch. Thus, within five minutes from the time of the loosing of the
kite, we saw the people in the ship wave to us to cease veering, and
immediately afterwards the kite came swiftly downwards, by which we
knew that they had the tripping-line, and were hauling upon it, and at
that we gave out a great cheer, and afterwards we sat about and smoked,
waiting until they had read our instructions, which we had written upon
the covering of the kite. Presently, maybe the half of an hour afterwards, they signaled to us to
haul upon our line, which we proceeded to do without delay, and so,
after a great space, we had hauled in all of our rough line, and come
upon the end of theirs, which proved to be a fine piece of three-inch
hemp, new and very good; yet we could not conceive that this would stand
the stress necessary to lift so great a length clear of the weed, as
would be needful, or ever we could hope to bring the people of the ship
over it in safety. And so we waited some little while, and, presently,
they signaled again to us to haul, which we did, and found that they had
bent on a much greater rope to the bight of the three-inch hemp, having
merely intended the latter for a hauling-line by which to get the heavier
rope across the weed to the island. | 0 |
I never knew him to speak to, but I had often seen him, and I
am positive that I was not mistaken in my man. I looked into his face
for a moment, and then--I will confess the truth--I set off at a good
run, and kept it up till I was within my own door.' 'Why?' 'Why? Because it made my blood run cold to see that man's face. I could
never have supposed that such an infernal medley of passions could have
glared out of any human eyes; I almost fainted as I looked. I knew I had
looked into the eyes of a lost soul, Austin, the man's outward form
remained, but all hell was within it. Furious lust, and hate that was
like fire, and the loss of all hope and horror that seemed to shriek
aloud to the night, though his teeth were shut; and the utter blackness
of despair. I am sure he did not see me; he saw nothing that you or I
can see, but he saw what I hope we never shall. I do not know when he
died; I suppose in an hour, or perhaps two, but when I passed down
Ashley Street and heard the closing door, that man no longer belonged to
this world; it was a devil's face I looked upon.' | 0 |
"It always floats." "But I do not understand." "Wait a few minutes, our lantern will be lit, and, if you like light
places, you will be satisfied." I stood on the platform and waited. The darkness was so complete that
I could not even see Captain Nemo; but, looking to the zenith, exactly
above my head, I seemed to catch an undecided gleam, a kind of twilight
filling a circular hole. At this instant the lantern was lit, and its
vividness dispelled the faint light. I closed my dazzled eyes for an
instant, and then looked again. The Nautilus was stationary, floating
near a mountain which formed a sort of quay. The lake, then,
supporting it was a lake imprisoned by a circle of walls, measuring two
miles in diameter and six in circumference. Its level (the manometer
showed) could only be the same as the outside level, for there must
necessarily be a communication between the lake and the sea. | 1 |
Anything seemed better
than this silence, with the ever-present feeling that the creature might
be lurking in every bush I passed. Later, I grew careless of danger, to
the extent of plunging right through the bushes, probing with my gun
barrel as I went. At times, I shouted; but only the echoes answered back. I thought thus
perhaps to frighten or stir the creature to showing itself; but only
succeeded in bringing my sister Mary out, to know what was the matter. I
told her, that I had seen the wildcat that had wounded Pepper, and that
I was trying to hunt it out of the bushes. She seemed only half
satisfied, and went back into the house, with an expression of doubt
upon her face. I wondered whether she had seen or guessed anything. For
the rest of the afternoon, I prosecuted the search anxiously. I felt
that I should be unable to sleep, with that bestial thing haunting the
shrubberies, and yet, when evening fell, I had seen nothing. Then, as I
turned homeward, I heard a short, unintelligible noise, among the bushes
to my right. | 1 |
Pine hasn't released you from sickbay." Pine again! Pine found him good enough to imitate, it seemed, but not
good enough to put on duty. Suddenly Chet saw the possibilities. So Pine was going to impersonate
him? Then Pine would be taken for an escaped sacrifice, a prisoner who'd
killed a witch-doctor! Tell him? Huh. Let him find out the hard way! Then even he, yellow as he
was, would want revenge on the Agvars. | 1 |
Mental aggregate,
98. Physcom, good to excellent. Training: two years, space perception
concentrate, others. Shipped out: 1989." So Jase had shipped out for--Nowhere. "Someday you'll follow in your brother's footsteps, Temple. Now,
though, I have a few hundred questions I'd like you to answer." The psychiatrist hadn't exaggerated. Several hours of questioning
followed. Once reminded of her, Temple found it hard to keep his
thought off Stephanie. | 1 |
The OPMT formed the nucleus of
upper level managers, scientists and engineers, and
other experts charged with organizing and guiding
the functional task groups. The functional staffs
would bring into being the on-site technical and
administrative support facilities, install and
operate its equipment, and govern the communities
within which the populace worked and resided. The OPMT was organized into three groups: Group
One: Planet Pluto; Group Two: Charon, and Group
Three: Logistics Depot. Each Group had its mission:
Group One (Planet Pluto) Mission
Five kilometers from Coldfield, construct and
operate a simplified fusion-based energy generating
and power transmission system to provide sufficient
output to support all anticipated power and network
requirements of the planet;
Beneath and adjacent the Coldfield dome, construct,
organize and operate encapsulated surface and
subsurface laboratories, manufacturing and overhaul
plants, space and surface transport and traffic
routes and controls, surface roadways, utility
and communications systems, landing and mooring
facilities, energy hubs for gravity enhancement
grids, and other essential utilities and facilities;
Establish and administer institutions for law
enforcement, public health, education and other
community affairs. Group Two (Charon) Mission
Convert Lamplight into a food-growing and
processing plant capable of feeding the entire
Plutonian permanent and transit populations, and
on-site personnel at the Logistics Depot and the
Terminals Construction Site. Encapsulate Lamplight
in an impermeable radiation-resistant plastic
membrane and introduce and maintain constant
temperature and air-moisture and other
agriculture-supportive atmosphere and environment
that meets prevailing deep space colony or equal
standards;
Constructively use Charon's and Pluto's water ice
and substances generated as waste and by-products
of human habitation throughout the Pluto and near
space sectors. Conduct research and develop drip,
hydroponics and other agricultural systems, protein
synthesis and manufacture, and ship to Coldfield,
the Slingshot work site and the Logistics Depot
high-quality foodstuffs suitable for storage and
consumption. Charon operations are to be fully
automated and robotically maintained. In support of the Charon agricultural mission,
Planet Pluto, the Slingshot Logistics Depot, the
Terminals' construction site, and ships moored
or in transit within the Special Zone constitute
an integrated ecological entity. All organics and all
mineral and chemical plant growth stimulants, such
as discarded or excess food and fluids, bio-waste,
usable industrial and community waste, and cadavers
are committed to processing as fertilizers or
for specialized application to the creation of
foodstuffs. | 1 |
He shouted to his men to don some
of the other suits, and called for some of the hand projectors. But he could not get out through these main admission ports. He could
have forced the panels open perhaps; but with the pressure changing
mechanism broken, it would merely let the air out of the corridor. A
rush of air, probably uncontrollable. How serious the damage was, no
one could tell as yet. It would perhaps take hours to repair it. Grantline was shouting, "Get those weapons! That's a Martian outside! The brigand leader, probably! Get into your suits, anyone who wants to
go with me! | 1 |
"Hello, captain," he said as St. Simon stepped up to the
desk. "How are you, Mr. Murtaugh?" St. Simon said politely. He handed over his
log book. "There's the data on my last ten. I'll be staying here for a
few days, so there's no need to rush the refill requisition. Any calls
for me?" | 1 |
... Oh, it's abominable! ... What butchers you all are! ... And
it's you in particular," addressing Perenna, "it's you--yes, I know--it's
you who are the enemy. "Oh, I understand! You had your reasons, you were here last
night.... Then why don't they arrest you? Why not you, as you were
here and I was not and know nothing, absolutely nothing of what
happened.... Why isn't it you?" The last words were pronounced in a hardly intelligible fashion. She had
no strength left. She had to sit down, with her head bent over her knees,
and she wept once more, abundantly. Perenna went up to her and, raising her forehead and uncovering the
tear-stained face, said:
"The imprints of teeth in both apples are absolutely identical. | 3 |
Children played in the nurseries, grownups idled through the hours,
eating the delicious food, taking a dip in the priceless pool, attending
the stereodrams, and playing games. At the cocktail hour, the orchestra
played jaunty tunes, old-fashioned polkas, waltzes, mazurkas; at dinner,
it shifted to slower, muted melodies, suitable background for high
feminine voices, deep male laughter, and the heavy drone of talk. In the walls, the sun set, twilight crept in, and the stars came out. After the stars had been advancing for several hours, people finished
their dancing and card games, walked out of the theaters, had a final
drink at the Bar, paused at the bulletin board which detailed the ship's
daily progress, and went to bed. Dr. Alan Chase followed his own routine. Each morning and each evening
he geigered his cabin and found the radiation still below the earth
normal. He was surprised to find that he was holding his own,
physically, instead of becoming progressively weaker, as he had
expected, and he began to feel hopeful that he might quickly regain his
health on the inert atmosphere of Almazin III. He was not strong enough,
however, to take part in the active games of the passengers, and had not
enough energy to try to make friends, except for the people at his
dining table--particularly Tanya. Of all the lovely women on board, he thought Tanya Taganova the
loveliest. | 1 |
A long time later, something touched the ship's outer hull. It was a
definite, positive clanking sound. And then there was the gentlest and
vaguest of tuggings, and Cochrane could feel the ship being maneuvered. He knew it had made contact with the space platform and was being drawn
inside its lock. There was still no weight. The stewardess began to unstrap the
passengers one by one, supplying each with magnetic-soled slippers. Cochrane heard her giving instructions in their use. He knew the
air-lock was being filled with air from the huge, globular platform. In
time the door at the back--bottom--base of the passenger-compartment
opened. Somebody said flatly:
"Space platform! | 1 |
"There's not much to catch hold of in a biscuit-box by Huntley &
Palmer," replied Raffles; "that was why I sent you for one. And I
didn't write a word upon a sheet of paper which could possibly be
traced. I simply printed two or three on a virginal post-card--another
half-penny to the bad--which might have been bought at any post-office
in the kingdom. No, old chap, the G.P.O. was the one real danger;
there was one detective I spotted for myself; and the sight of him has
left me with a thirst. Whisky and Sullivans for two, Bunny, if you
please." Raffles was soon clinking his glass against mine. "The Queen," said he. "God bless her!" THE FATE OF FAUSTINA
"Mar--ga--ri,
e perzo a Salvatore! | 3 |
P., who was proverbial
for having the largest and most hideous face that ever was seen. Mr. Yorke, in thanking him, said, "Sir, I have great reason to be thankful
to my friends in general, but confess myself under a particular
obligation to _you_ for the _very remarkable countenance_ you have
_shown_ me upon this occasion." MDCLXXVIII.--THE SALIC LAW
IS a most sensible and valuable law, banishing gallantry and chivalry
from Cabinets, and preventing the amiable antics of grave statesmen. MDCLXXIX.--CHARLES JAMES FOX. AFTER Byron's engagement in the West Indies, there was a great clamor
about the badness of the ammunition. Soon after this, Mr. Fox had a duel
with Mr. Adam. On receiving that gentleman's ball, and finding that it
had made but little impression, he exclaimed, "Egad, Adam, it had been
all over with me, if you had not charged with _government powder_!" | 2 |
(Topographical Service of the Army.)" "There is the explanation for you," said one. "They are sending one of
their creatures to pull the chestnuts out of the fire, after you have
had all the trouble of making it. Breveted! That's a great way. The
theories of Ardant du Picq or else nothing about here." "I don't altogether agree with you," said the Major. "They knew in
Parliament, for some one is always indiscreet, the real aim of
Saint-Avit's mission: to force their hand for the occupation of Touat. And this Morhange must be a man serving the interests of the Army
Commission. All these people, secretaries, members of Parliament,
governors, keep a close watch on each other. | 1 |
"All right, doctor," said Jack. "I may be under your hands some day." "I'll physic you for nothing," said Mr. Chillingworth. "You saved my
life. One good turn deserves another; I'll not forget." "Thank you," said Jack, as he made a wry face. "I hope you won't have
occasion. I'd sooner have a can of grog than any bottle of medicine you
can give me; I ain't ungrateful, neither." "You needn't name it; I am getting my breath again. | 0 |
The sun-tube had fallen from
the nerveless fingers. He darted for it with the speed of a striking
snake. Even as his fingers curled around the handle, there came a roar
from the Viceroy. "Drop it, or I'll cut you in two." * * * * *
Hilary knew when he was beaten. Slowly, reluctantly, his fingers
uncurled. He arose, to meet the gleaming opening of the Viceroy's
weapon, and the surprised stare in back of it. Urga got up groggily, feeling gingerly the tender point of his jaw. There was unfathomable hatred in his lidless eyes. The Viceroy chuckled throatily. | 1 |
I'm not simply an
ordinary member of the audience. I know how the illusion is produced. I've seen the strings pulled. Why, dash it, _I_ showed you how to
pull them. I never came across a finer example of seething the kid in
its mother's milk. I put you up to the system, and you turn round and
try to take me in with it. Yes, you're a wonder, James." "You don't mean to say you think----!" "Don't be an ass, James. Of course I do. | 2 |
We have heard nothing
of that expedition since. We know that it did not reach the earth. It
must have fallen foul of this asteroid, run upon this rock in the ocean
of space and been wrecked here." "We've got 'em, then," shouted our electric steersman, who had been
a workman in Mr. Edison's laboratory and had unlimited confidence in
his chief. Preparing to Land. The electrical ships were immediately instructed by signal to slow down,
an operation that was easily affected through the electrical repulsion
of the asteroid. The nearer we got the more terrifying was the appearance of the gigantic
creatures who were riding upon the little world before us like castaway
sailors upon a block of ice. Like men, and yet not like men, combining
the human and the beast in their appearance, it required a steady nerve
to look at them. If we had not known their malignity and their power to
work evil, it would have been different, but in our eyes their moral
character shone through their physical aspect and thus rendered them
more terrible than they would otherwise have been. | 1 |
I waited, quite quiet. After a space of a few minutes, Captain Rooke in
his uniform walked out of the wheel-house. He entered a small boat,
which had been in the meantime lowered for the purpose, and was rowed to
the steps on the mole. Ascending these, he came directly towards the
signal-tower. When he had ascended and stood beside me, he saluted. "Well?" I asked. "All well, sir," he answered. "We shan't have any more trouble with that
lot, I think. You warned that pirate--I wish he had been in truth a
clean, honest, straightforward pirate, instead of the measly Turkish swab
he was--that something might occur before the first stroke of six bells. | 0 |
I get to natter on about a subject that I'm nearly
autistically fixated on, and I do it in a context where I know that I'm sane and
smart and charming and occasionally mind-blowing. "...and the whole thing pays for itself through EZPass, where we collect the
payments for the music downloaded while you're on the road." As I finish my
spiel, I realize *I've* been keeping *him* distracted, standing there with the
tweezers in one hand and a swab in the other. "Wow!" he said. "So, when's this all going to happen?" "You'd use it, huh?" "Hell, yeah! I've got a good twenty, thirty thousand on my car right now! You're
saying I could plunder anyone else's stereo at will, for free, and keep it,
while I'm stuck in traffic, and because I'm a -- what'd you call it, a
super-peer? | 1 |
"I am sure of it," declared the priestess. "But I do not know what it
is. However, let me now tell you the story of the jewels. The one I wear
at my neck was captured, somehow, from Aptor during that first invasion. That we captured it may well be the reason that we are still a free
nation today. Since then it has been guarded carefully in the temple of
the Goddess Argo, its secrets well protected, along with those few
chronicles which mention the invasion, which ended, incidentally, only a
month before the purges. Then, about a year ago, a small hoard of horror
reached our shore from Aptor. I cannot describe it. I did not see any of
what transpired. But they made their way inland, and managed to kidnap
Argo herself." | 1 |
no! it shall not be," I declared energetically; "and as it is in
my power to prevent the knowledge of it coming into the mind of my
tyrant, I will do it. By dint of turning this document round and
round, he too might discover the key. I will destroy it." There was a little fire left on the hearth. I seized not only the
paper but Saknussemm's parchment; with a feverish hand I was about to
fling it all upon the coals and utterly destroy and abolish this
dangerous secret, when the study door opened, and my uncle appeared. CHAPTER V.
FAMINE, THEN VICTORY, FOLLOWED BY DISMAY
I had only just time to replace the unfortunate document upon the
table. Professor Liedenbrock seemed to be greatly abstracted. The ruling thought gave him no rest. Evidently he had gone deeply
into the matter, analytically and with profound scrutiny. | 1 |
Don't chew my ears off. I'll ship it to you posthaste,
man. Ease up. Pop a pill. You aren't loose, Roy." "I can't afford to be," Walton said. He broke contact and almost instantly the next call blossomed on the
screen. Walton recognized the man as one of the technicians from
communications, floor twenty-three. "Well?" "We heard from McLeod again, sir. | 1 |
Life on Earth. The Universe itself, rather than a great,
formless void. 'What are the odds of it?' he continued. 'That you and I
should be standing here now, alive and still young, with love and hope,
and the chance to make a better life. Is that not miracle enough?' 'I know what you're saying. And of course you're right. It
just felt better. . | 1 |
"_I knew you were out on the asteroids_," the Nipe went on. "_But I had
decided that you had come to kill. Since you did not, what are your
thoughts, Stanley Martin?_"
"That we should help each other," Stanton said. It was as simple as that. _[23]_
Stanton sat in his hotel room, smoking a cigarette, staring at the wall,
and thinking. He was alone again. All the fuss and feathers and foofaraw were over. Dr. Farnsworth was in another room of the suite, making his plans for a
complete physical examination of the Nipe. Dr. | 1 |
"But that means--"
"It means," said Lockley, "that the terror beam is pretty much of a
weapon. It has a range up in the miles or tens of miles. We don't know
how to handle it yet. Whoever or whatever arrived in the thing Vale
saw, it or they has or have a weapon our Army can't buck, yet. The
point is that we can't wait to be rescued. We've got to get out of
here on our own feet. Literally. So we forget about highways. From
here on we sneak to safety as best we can. And we've got to put our
whole minds on it." | 1 |
He thought he saw a slim figure in gray tweeds,
but he couldn't be sure--and there were probably thousands of such men
in New York. He ducked into a bank, wormed his way around the various aisles, and
out the back entrance. A cab was waiting there, and he held out a
bill. "I'm late, buddy. Penn Station!" The cab-driver took the bill and the hint, and darted out, just as the
light was changing. Penn Station was as good a place to try to get lost from pursuit as
any. Hawkes examined his wallet, considering trying to get a train
out--but he'd used up nearly all he had taken from Ellen. And all his careful disguise had proved useless. They weren't
fooled--and this business of dodging was wearing thin. | 1 |
"Yes. Were you thinking of that?" "No--just luck--and the fact that they're light, strong as steel almost,
and can be manufactured in forms much more quickly. Only the outer hull
is tungsten-beryllium. The advantage in this will be that nearly all the
energy will be absorbed outside, and we'll radiate pretty fast,
particularly as that tungsten-beryllium has a high radiation-factor in
the long heat range." "What does that mean?" "Well, ordinary polished silver is a mighty poor radiator. Homely
example: Try waiting for your coffee to cool if it's in a polished
silver pot. Then try it in a tungsten-beryllium pot. No matter how you
polish that tungsten-beryllium, the stuff WILL radiate heat. | 1 |
Along it we hurried in
breathless impatience for many hundreds of yards. Then, suddenly, in
the black darkness of the arch in front of us we saw a gleam of dark
red light. We stared in amazement. A sheet of steady flame seemed to
cross the passage and to bar our way. We hastened towards it. No
sound, no heat, no movement came from it, but still the great luminous
curtain glowed before us, silvering all the cave and turning the sand
to powdered jewels, until as we drew closer it discovered a circular
edge. "The moon, by George!" cried Lord John. "We are through, boys! We are
through!" | 1 |
"I suppose our
planet will be like that some time." "I hope not by the time we get back to it," commented Jack. "I
wonder if we will ever get back to earth again?" It was the first time he had expressed any doubt on this score. "There's the last of the dead planet!" Mark cried. They looked to see the black mass vanish into space. "Yes, and we have reached the end of the atmosphere!" suddenly
cried Mr. Roumann as he glanced at a dial. | 1 |
At the same time there was wild rejoicing in the streets of
Marseilles based on the belief large stretches of North America had
become miraculously free. The cult of the Grass idolaters flourished
despite the strictest interdictions and great massmeetings were
frequently held during which the worshipers turned their faces toward
the southeast and prayed fervently for speedy immolation. It was quite
useless for the World Government to attempt to spread the actual facts;
the earlier censorship together with a public temper that preferred to
believe the extremes of good or bad rather than the truth of gradual yet
relentless approach, made people heedless of broadcasts rarely received
even by state operated publicaddress systems or of handbills which even
the still literate could not bother to decipher. The idealization of the Socialist Union--once the Soviet Union--which
had risen and fallen through the years, was quickened among those not
enamored of the Grass. There must be some intrinsic virtue in this land
which had not only been immune to inoculation by the Metamorphizer, but
kept the encroaching weed from invading its borders in spite of its long
continued proximity across Bering Strait and the Aleutians. The Grass
had jumped gaps thousands of ocean miles and yet it had not bridged that
narrow strip of water. It would have been a shock to these people had
they known, as I knew and as the World Government had vainly tried to
tell them, what Moscow had recently and reluctantly admitted: the Grass
had long since crossed into Siberia and was now working its will from
Kamchatka to the Lena River. The people of Japan, caught between the jaws of a closing vise,
responded in a manner peculiar to themselves. The Christians, now
forming a majority, declared the Grass a punishment for the sins of the
world and hoped, by their steadfastness in the face of certain death, to
earn a national martyr's crown and thus perhaps redeem those still
benighted. The Shintoists, on the other hand, agreed the Grass was a
punishment--but for a different crime. | 1 |
When the jet car was brought up, Tom slipped behind the wheel, and with
Connel seated beside him, he sent the sleek little vehicle roaring
across the spaceport to the main administration building. Inside the gleaming crystal building, Connel and Tom were escorted by a
Space Marine guard to the office of the spaceport commander, Captain Jim
Arnold. He and Connel knew each other well, and after quick greetings
and the introduction of the young cadet, Connel asked for the latest
reports on the projectile receivers. "Lou, I've got good news for you," announced Arnold. "We've completed
the receiver ramps for the test. As soon as your ship is ready to fire
her cargo projectiles, we can receive them." Connel's face showed the surprise he felt. "Why, Jim, that's the most
amazing news I've ever heard!" he exclaimed. "How did you do it?" | 1 |
And it was the
first time that Florence had smiled in his presence. "Speak, speak, I entreat you!" he stammered. "I mean to say that there is another feeling which explains coldness,
mistrust, fear, and hostility. It is not always those whom we detest that
we avoid with the greatest fear; and, if we avoid them, it is often
because we are afraid of ourselves, because we are ashamed, because we
rebel and want to resist and want to forget and cannot--"
She stopped; and, when he wildly stretched out his arms to her, as if
beseeching her to say more and still more, she nodded her head, thus
telling him that she need not go on speaking for him to read to the
very bottom of her soul and discover the secret of love which she kept
hidden there. Don Luis staggered on his feet. He was intoxicated with happiness, almost
suffered physical pain from that unexpected happiness. After the horrible
minutes through which he had passed amid the impressive surroundings of
the Old Castle, it appeared to him madness to admit that such
extraordinary bliss could suddenly blossom forth in the commonplace
setting of that room at a hotel. He could have longed for space around him, forest, mountains, moonlight,
a radiant sunset, all the beauty and all the poetry of the earth. With
one rush, he had reached the very acme of happiness. | 3 |
Upon each pad were marks. Upon the table between them was a coin. "Your toss," said the man on the right. The man on the left picked up the coin. "Call it." "Heads." It came up heads. "Damn," said the flipper, passing the coin across the table and
standing up. The other man smiled faintly, but said nothing. * * * * *
Kelly reached for the kissoff switch, then hesitated. | 1 |
He set the four-foot tube in the center of the
quadrilateral formed by the pitons and braced it in position by
attaching lines to the eyes on a detachable collar that encircled the
drill. Once the drill started working, it wouldn't need bracing, but
until it did, it had to be held down. All the time he worked, he kept his eyes on his lines and on his ship. The planetoid was turning under him, which made the ship appear to be
circling slowly around his worksite. He had to make sure that his lines
didn't get tangled or twisted while he was working. As he set up the bracing on the six-inch diameter drill, he sang a song
that Kipling might have been startled to recognize:
_"To the tables down at Mory's,
To the place where Louie dwells,
Where it's always double drill and no canteen,
Sit the Whiffenpoofs assembled,
With their glasses raised on high,
And they'll get a swig in Hell from Gunga Din. "_
When the drill was firmly based on the surface of the planetoid, St. Simon hauled his way back to his ship along his safety line. Inside, he
sat down in the control chair and backed well away from the slowly
spinning hunk of rock. Now there was only one thin pair of wires
stretching between his ship and the drill on the asteroid. | 1 |
His brain still reeling
from the effects of Coxine's sneak attack, he staggered over to his
knees beside him. "Astro, Astro--" Strong called. "Astro, snap out of it!" The big Venusian moaned and opened his eyes. He sat bolt upright. "Captain Strong! What happened?" "I'm not too sure, Astro," said Strong. "All I remember is Coxine
slugging me." As they struggled to their feet, they suddenly noticed the towering
columns of smoke rising into the air. | 1 |
"Colonel. Won't the computer do that?" "To hell with the computer. This is no damned field exercise. I'll
ask for your comments, and those of my staff because I want input, not
analysis. You'll be dead wrong most of the time." The expression
changed slightly. "I need your inexperience, to remind me of things I
might forget." Dubcek moved back toward the place where his exec stood leaning over
the main ship's console, one hand on the back of the First Technician's
chair, the other pointing to the vision screen before her. Both looked
up as their commander approached. | 1 |
don't 'is Nibs look smart," Bindle muttered to himself, as he
caught sight of Charlie Dixon standing at the further end of the
chapel. The Rev. Mr. Sopley had come up from Eastbourne specially for the
occasion, Millie refusing to be married by Mr. MacFie. The ceremony
dragged its mournful course to the point where Millie and Charlie
Dixon had become man and wife. Mr. Sopley then plunged into a
lugubrious address full of dreary foreboding. He spoke of orphans,
widowhood, plague and famine, the uncertainty of human life and the
persistent quality of sin. "'E ain't much at marrying," whispered Bindle to Mr. | 2 |
Half-way
up the flight he stooped, and picked up a little spray of flowers:
"Fresh!" he said. "These have not been long plucked." "Salvias," said the Duke. "Salvias they are," said Guerchard. "Pink salvias; and there is only
one gardener in France who has ever succeeded in getting this shade--M.
Gournay-Martin's gardener at Charmerace. I'm a gardener myself." "Well, then, last night's burglars came from Charmerace. They must
have," said the Duke. "It looks like it," said Guerchard. | 3 |
He remained where he was while Captain Court walked slowly toward the
door, both hands well in sight. A pace from the door he stopped and
exchanged a few words with someone watching him through a barred
peephole. After a moment, the door slid open and he walked into the
building. He was the last to arrive at the warden's office. Lansing gazed at him
in fascination. Goldsmid had been a Golden Gloves champion middleweight
before he had heeded the call of the Law, and he looked it. Dr. Slade
was the prototype of all overworked doctors. But Court was a type by
himself. Lansing thought he'd never seen a colder eye. | 1 |
She complied, with a questioning look. Quickly he destroyed the stubble
on his face and created a clean pair of pressed pants and a shirt. Stepping out of his tattered uniform, he put on the new clothes,
destroyed the rags, and, on an afterthought, created a comb and
straightened his tangled brown hair. "All right," he said. "You can turn back now." "Not bad," she smiled, looking him over. "Let me use that comb--and
would you please make me a dress? Size twelve, but see that the weight
goes in the right places." * * * * *
On the third attempt he had the thing right--he had never realized how
deceptive the shapes of women could be--and then he made a pair of gold
sandals with high heels for her. "A little tight," she said, putting them on, "and not too practical
without sidewalks. | 1 |
And
the last conclusion was most improbable of all. Man, in my country, was a necessity of government, law, and protection. His importance, (as I viewed it from inherited ideas) was incalculable. It _could_ not be possible that he had no existence in a country so
eminently adapted to his desires and ability. The expression, "domestic misery," that the Preceptress made use of one
day in conversation with me, haunted my imagination with a persistent
suspicion of mystery. It had a familiar sound to me. It intimated
knowledge of a world _I_ knew so well; where ill-nature, malice, spite,
envy, deceit, falsehood and dishonesty, made life a continual anxiety. Locks, bolts and bars shut out the thief who coveted your jewels; but no
bolts nor bars, however ingeniously constructed or strongly made, could
keep out the thief who coveted your character. One little word from a
pretended friend might consummate the sorrow of your whole life, and be
witnessed by the perpetrator without a pang--nay, even with exultation. There were other miseries I thought of that were common in my country. | 1 |
But you can _not_ force a man to create against
his will. Still, even a man's will can be broken, given enough time. If Dr. Ch'ien
weren't rescued soon....
_Tonight_, Candron thought with determination. _I'll get Ch'ien
tonight._ That was what the S.M.M.R. had sent him to do. And that's what
he would--_must_--do. Ahead of him loomed the walls of the Palace of the Great Chinese
People's Government. Getting past them and into the inner court was an
act that was discouraged as much as possible by the Special Police guard
which had charge of those walls. They were brilliantly lighted and
heavily guarded. | 1 |
Farrell, startled, looked up sharply to
see the last of the Falakian sun's magenta glare vanishing below the
crater's southern rim. A dusky forerunner of darkness settled like a
tangible cloud, softening the drab outlines of bramble thickets and
slime pools. The change that followed was not seen but felt, a swelling
rush of glad arousal like the joy of a child opening its eyes from
sleep. To Farrell, the valley seemed to stir, waking in sympathy to his own
restlessness and banishing his unease. * * * * *
The girl ran to him through the dusk on quick, light feet, timidity
forgotten, and he saw with a pleasant shock of astonishment that she was
no longer the filthy creature he had first seen by the lakeside. She was
pretty and nubile, eyes and soft mouth smiling together in a childlike
eagerness that made her at once infinitely desirable and untouchably
innocent. "Who are you?" he asked shakily. [Illustration]
Her hesitant voice was music, rousing in Farrell a warm and expectant
euphoria that glowed like old wine in his veins. "Koaele," she said. | 1 |
Mr Kay had bustled in in his energetic way. Fenn said nothing. He _was_ there. It was idle to deny it. "I thought I should find you here. Yes, I wanted to see you about the
concert tonight. Mr Mulholland has met with an unfortunate accident,
and I am looking after the entertainment in his place. Come with me
and play over your piece. I should like to see that you are perfect in
it. Dear me, dear me, what a noise those boys are making. | 2 |
The Union troops had over
eighty thousand in their ranks, and nothing could have been more
thoughtful or genteel than to wait for the Confederates to get as many
together as possible, otherwise the battle might have been brief and
unsatisfactory to the tax-payer or newspaper subscriber, who of course
wants his money's worth when he pays for a battle. [Illustration: WANTS HIS MONEY'S WORTH WHEN HE PAYS FOR A BATTLE.] The battle of Antietam was a very fierce one, and undecisive, yet it
saved Washington from an invasion by the Confederates, who would have
done a good deal of trading there, no doubt, entirely on credit, thus
injuring business very much and loading down Washington merchants with
book accounts, which, added to what they had charged already to members
of Congress, would have made times in Washington extremely dull. General McClellan, having impressed the country with the idea that he
was a good bridge-builder, but a little too dilatory in the matter of
carnage, was succeeded by General Burnside. [Illustration: STILL DROPPING IN OCCASIONALLY FROM THE BACK DISTRICTS.] President Lincoln had written the Proclamation of Emancipation to the
slaves in July, but waited for a victory before publishing it. Bull Run
as a victory was not up to his standard; so when Lee was driven from
Maryland the document was issued by which all slaves in the United
States became free; and, although thirty-one years have passed at this
writing, they are still dropping in occasionally from the back districts
to inquire about the truth of the report. CHAPTER XXVII. STILL MORE FRATERNAL BLOODSHED, ON PRINCIPLE.--OUTING FEATURES
DISAPPEAR, AND GIVE PLACE TO STRAINED RELATIONS BETWEEN COMBATANTS, WHO
BEGIN TO MIX THINGS. On December 13 the year's business closed with the battle of
Fredericksburg, under the management of General Burnside. | 2 |
Burris said. "We've made her Queen and
given her a full retinue in costume; we've let her play roulette and
poker with Government money. Does she want to hold a mass execution? If she does, I can supply some Congressmen, Malone. I'm sure it could
be arranged." He looked at the agent narrowly. "I might even be able
to supply an FBI man or two," he added. Malone swallowed hard. "I'm trying the best I can, sir," he said. "What about the others?" | 1 |
Regarded him as good as
dead. It might pay him to investigate the matter further, if it didn't
involve too much risk. "Better start moving." That was Dimanche. "He's getting suspicious." Cassal went slowly along the narrow walkway that bordered each side of
that boulevard, the transport tide. It was raining again. It usually
was on Godolph, which was a weather-controlled planet where the natives
like rain. He adjusted the controls of the weak force field that repelled the
rain. He widened the angle of the field until water slanted through it
unhindered. | 1 |
"Okay,
Farley, no evasions. In plain figures, how much drinking alcohol do we
have left?" The quartermaster slumped a bit. "Twenty-one liters unbroken. One more
about half full." "Half full? How did that ever happen? I mean you had some _left_? We'll
take this up later. I want you to run it through the synthesizer to get
some light wine...."
"Light wine?" | 1 |
Well, the way to do it is by having one passenger sit in the other
passenger's lap, which would have been all right except that Amy
insisted on driving. We headed downtown and over to the West Side. The Major's
Topographical Section--one former billboard artist--had prepared road
maps with little red-ink Xs marking the streets that were blocked,
which was most of the streets; but we charted a course that would take
us where we wanted to go. Thirty-fourth Street was open, and so was
Fifth Avenue all of its length, so we scooted down Fifth, crossed
over, got under the Elevated Highway and whined along uptown toward
the Fifties. "There's one," cried Amy, pointing. I was on Vern's lap, so I was making the notes. It was a Fruit Company
combination freighter-passenger vessel. I looked at Vern, and Vern
shrugged as best he could, so I wrote it down; but it wasn't exactly
what we wanted. No, not by a long shot. * * * * *
Still, the thing to do was to survey our resources, and then we could
pick the one we liked best. | 1 |
"In twelve hours, thirty-three minutes, sir." Eleven hours later, the expedition ship had slowed to a normal
space-speed. On her left hung the giant globe of Asthor, rotating
slowly, moving slowly in her orbit. Directly ahead, Sthor loomed even
greater. Tiny Teelan, the thousand-mile diameter moon of the Insthor
system shone dull red in the reflected light of gigantic Mira. Mira
herself was gigantic, red and menacing across eight and a quarter
billions of miles of space. One hundred thousand miles apart, the twin worlds Sthor and Asthor
rotated about their common center of gravity, eternally facing each
other. Ten million miles from their common center of gravity, Teelan
rotated in a vast orbit. Sthor and Asthor were capped at each pole now by gigantic white icecaps. Mira was sulking, and as a consequence the planets were freezing. | 1 |
'An ample retinue followed me to Peshkhauri,' she answered. 'I lodged my
people there and came on to the fort with my maid, Gitara.' Chunder Shan groaned in horror. 'Devi! You do not understand the peril. An hour's ride from this spot
the hills swarm with barbarians who make a profession of murder and
rapine. Women have been stolen and men stabbed between the fort and the
city. Peshkhauri is not like your southern provinces--'
'But I am here, and unharmed,' she interrupted with a trace of
impatience. 'I showed my signet ring to the guard at the gate, and to
the one outside your door, and they admitted me unannounced, not knowing
me, but supposing me to be a secret courier from Ayodhya. Let us not now
waste time. | 1 |
The _Aldebaran_ had reached Kankad's Town, and was loading
another thousand Kragans.... There was nothing more from Keegark. A
message from Colonel MacKinnon had come in at dawn, to the effect that
the geeks had penetrated his last defenses and that he was about to
blow up the Residency; thereafter Keegark went off the air.... By
0730, the _Northern Star_ had landed the regiment Murderers, armed
with first-quality Terran infantry-rifles and a few machine-guns and
bazookas, at the Palace at Krink, and by 0845 she had returned with
another regiment, the Jeel-Feeders. The three-lane street connecting
the Palace and the Residency had been widened to six, and then to
eight.... Guido Karamessinis, at Grank, was still at uneasy peace with
King Yoorkerk, who was still undecided whether the rebels or the
Company were going to be the eventual victors, and afraid to take any
irrevocable step in either direction.... Eight men and four women, the
survivors of a trading-station on the eastern shore of Takkad Sea,
reached Konkrook in a lorry; another trading station, on the south
shore, reported by telecast that the natives there had refused to rise
against them, and had crucified five of Rakkeed's disciples who had
come among them preaching _znidd suddabit_. At 1100, Paula Quinton and Barney Mordkovitz virtually ordered him to
get some sleep. He went to his quarters at Company House, downed a
spaceship-captain's-size drink of honey-rum, and slept until 1600. As
he dressed and shaved, he could hear, through the open window, the
slow sputter of small-arms' fire, punctuated by the occasional
_whump-whump-whump_ of 40-mm auto-cannon or the hammering of a
machine-gun. Returning to his command-post at the telecast station, the
terrain-board showed that the perimeter of defense had been pushed out
in a bulge at the northwest corner; the TV-screen pictured a crude
breast-work of petrified tree-trunks, sandbags, mining machinery,
packing-cases and odds-and-ends, upon which Wallingsby's native
laborers were working under guard while a skirmish-line of Kragans had
been thrown out another four or five hundred yards and were exchanging
pot-shots with Skilkans on the gullied hillside. "Where's Colonel Quinton?" he asked. "She ought to be taking a turn in
the sack, now." | 1 |
Frank wasn't sure whether he got the meaning of this or not, but right
then he felt sort of sympathetic to Tiflin, too. "I didn't hear anything; I won't say or do anything," he laughed. Afterwards, under the pressure of events, he forgot the whole matter. It would take about thirty-six hours to get to the New Mexico spaceport. Calculating accordingly, the Bunch hoisted their gear aboard two
canvas-covered trucks parked in the driveway beside Hendricks', just
before sundown of their last day in Jarviston. People had begun to gather, to see them off. Two-and-Two's folks, a
solid, chunky couple, looking grave. David Lester's mother, of course,
seeming younger than the Bunch remembered her. Make-up brought back some
of her good-looks. She was more Spartan than they had thought, too. | 1 |
the native asked, resting his arms on the
top of the booth. "Katund," Clarey said. The other looked puzzled. "It is a village near
Zrig." "That a fact?" The native bit his little finger. "You look like a city
feller to me." "That is correct," Clarey said patiently. "I come from Qytet. It is a
place of some size." | 1 |
But--in the meantime, for a blessed hour or so, he would see
the rockets in their gaunt glory, in their towering eminences, see an
assault against the skies, watch the hissing blue flame ascend to the
heavens, see a sight he would remember with joy the rest of his life. What then if he spent some bad hours under arrest? What even if he went
to jail? Actually what could they do to him? He was no spy, he was no
saboteur. No matter how exhaustive the investigation, it would prove
nothing evil against him. He remembered a sermon that had once been given at the orphanage. He
remembered the minister dwelling on the opportunities of life. He
remembered that which had sparked his imagination then, the minister's
depiction of the various roads each man must choose. "There comes a
time," the speaker had said, "in every man's life when various roads
open out before him, each leading in a different direction. | 1 |
Bindle was
proceeding slowly towards the door, when the Professor called upon him
to stop. He halted abruptly. "Show me what you have in your pockets." Bindle complied, producing the presentation watch and chain, a gold
scarf-pin, a pair of gold sleeve-links, one diamond and three gold
studs, and a diamond ring. He omitted to include the Professor's loose
change, which he had picked up from the small table by the bedside. For a moment the Professor pondered; then, as if coming to a sudden
determination, he told Bindle to replace the articles in his pocket,
and dismissed him. Having bolted the door, Professor Conti returned to his bedroom. For
half an hour he sat in his nondescript costume, smoking cigarettes. He
was thoroughly satisfied with the night's work. It had been ordained
that his flat should be burgled, and he, Sylvanus Conti, professor of
hypnotism and mesmerism, seizing his opportunity, had diverted to his
own ends the august decrees of destiny. | 2 |
Taber asked as though hopeful of
a negative answer. Blackwell held it up triumphantly. A few minutes later, he was gaping
down at a hasty reassembly of what had once been the ninth android. He swallowed hard and said, "Nope. It ain't Jack." "You're sure?" Taber said sarcastically. "It looks just like the
picture. "Not quite. Anyhow, it ain't Jack." | 1 |
I wasn't thinking of myself, but of the
disappointment for _them_."] * * * * *
[Illustration: _Jones_ (_newly married_). "There's my darling playing
the guitar."] [Illustration: (_But it wasn't. It was only the garden roller over the
gravel!_)]
* * * * *
[Illustration: THINGS ONE WOULD RATHER HAVE LEFT UNSAID
_Jones._ "I will!"] * * * * *
[Illustration:
_Mr. Jenks_ (_who likes Miss Constance_). "No, I assure you, Miss
Constance, I have _never_ indulged in flirtation." _Miss Constance_ (_who does_ not _care for Mr. Jenks_). | 2 |
Very well. Names, and space-fitness cards, please, from everybody. And where you
will be staying, here in Serene..."
Gimp and Frank got permission to pass the lock after about fifteen
minutes. Without Helen and Les agreeing to stay, it might have been
tougher. They spoke their thanks. For the time being, Frank was free to
breathe open air under big, stellene domes. But he didn't know in what
web of questioning and accusation he might soon be entangled. Looking back to his first action against Rodan--with a sharpened trowel
that had pierced the wall of a stellene dome--eventually leading up to
Dutch's death, and very nearly precipitating his own demise and that of
his other companions, he wondered if it wouldn't be regarded as
criminal. Now he wasn't absolutely sure, himself, that it hadn't been
criminal--or Moonmad. Yet he didn't hate Xavier Rodan any less. | 1 |
'You're right William,' she said hurriedly. 'And it's
horrible. But please, please take me somewhere else.' Sheer movement
seemed the only defense from the razor---
'My GOD.' There seemed to be a literal razor forming out of the
air before her, a glint of sunlight on cold steel. She cowered, and
crossed her arms defensively in front of her. 'Oh, no, not yet,' said the Stranger, as if he understood it all. He seized her by one foreshortened arm, and led her toward the next
exhibit. After an interminable length of time he stopped again, and
pointed. 'Seventh Avenue.' | 1 |
"You forget, my dear Horace," said the bishop charitably; "Miss
Peters and Mr. Emerson have known each other since they were
children." "They were never nearly such children as Emsworth is now,"
snorted the colonel. "If that girl isn't in love with Emerson
I'll be--I'll eat my hat." "No, no," said the bishop. "No, no! Surely not, Horace. What were
you saying when you broke off?" "I was saying that if a man wanted his relations never to speak
to each other again for the rest of their lives the best thing he
could do would be to herd them all together in a dashed barrack
of a house a hundred miles from anywhere, and then go off and
spend all his time prodding dashed flower beds with a spud--dash
it!" "Just so; just so. | 2 |
There's work on Koshchei for a
million people, at least. Why, even these two makeshift ships they're
putting together here at Storisende are giving work, one way or
another, to almost a thousand. Think what things will be like a year
from now, if this keeps on." Rodney Maxwell gave a wry laugh. "Didn't know I had a real Simon-pure
altruist for a son." "Pardner, when you call me that, smile." "I am smiling. With some slight difficulty." He didn't think well of the banquet. Back in Litchfield, Senta would
have fired half her human help and taken a sledgehammer to her
robo-chef for a meal like that. | 1 |