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The fountain rises, the spray on the summit catches the sunlight for a moment, and then falls into the basin, jet after jet springing up into the light, and in its turn recoiling into the darkness. The water in the fountain, the water in the spray, the water in the basin, are all one. Wherever there is life there is God.
There were frequent all-night revelries reverberated down from the skylight room on the top floor, and one evening a passing group had beat a can-can of invitation on her doorway; but she could lock and bolt herself into her room, a box, it is true, at two dollars and a half a week, but it boasted half curtains of yellow scrim, a couch-bed with a moth-eaten but gay wool cover, and a small square of table with a reading lamp attached by a tube to the gas jet.
The voice replied crisply, "You'll find out when the time comes!" Tom flicked off his mike and exchanged another worried glance with Bud. "We seem to be in a spot, pal!" "And how! Especially if that crate's armed!" Bud muttered. "But what are they after?" Tom shrugged. "The space plants maybe or possibly our jet." "Might even be us they want," Bud said. "Got any tricks under your magician's hat?"
The "Brooklyn" quickly rounded to, and a quick puff of smoke from amidships told the crew of the flying vessel that the terrible pivot-gun of their enemy had sent a warning message after them. But there was but a second of suspense, when a great jet of water springing from the surface of the gulf told that the bolt had fallen short.
"Good idea, sir," acknowledged Tom. "But I can't understand Devers' motive," said Connel. "What does he stand to gain if this project is a failure?" "He'll lose plenty if it's a success," Tom asserted. "Devers owns Jilolo Spaceways, the parent company of Universal Jet Trucking and Surface Transportation! If the projectiles worked, surface cargo delivery would be wiped out."
It is equally conjectured to be the hair of a Roman lady or of a British princess, but is of a young girl certainly, dressed twenty centuries ago for the tomb in which it was found, and still faintly lucent with the fashionable unguent of the day, and kept in form by pins of jet.
The cat was of a jet black color, and her fur was very soft and glossy. It was as soft as silk. "This cat was very mischievous and very sly. She was very sly: very indeed. In fact she used to go about the house so very slyly, getting into all sorts of mischief which the people could never find out till afterwards, that they gave her the name of Sligo.
Suddenly from far out along the ridge in front, from the very crest there leaped a jet or two of fire and smoke.
"Because that person's hair was jet black, whereas Gillian's, as we see, is of the exactly opposite colour." Dick Taverner could not help pressing his lips against the back of the pretty damsel's neck as this was uttered. "Your proof of this, Madam?" demanded Lord Roos. "Behold it!" she cried.
The floor was jet black and polished like ebony. Several tiger-skin rugs were strewn about it.
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