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“Harry,” he said, in a hoarse, agitated voice, for, though he preserved his presence of mind, he was deeply moved, “Harry, it’s all safe now. You may let go, old fellow, if you’re tired. The Thing can’t move.” I was utterly exhausted, and I gladly loosed my hold.
When asked “What is it you’re saying, Stevie?” he merely opened his mouth, and squinted at his sister. At odd times he clenched his fists without apparent cause, and when discovered in solitude would be scowling at the wall, with the sheet of paper and the pencil given him for drawing circles lying blank and idle on the kitchen table. This was a change, but it was no improvement.
‘How are you?’ said this worthy, laughing, as if it were the finest joke in the world to make a morning call, and shaking hands with the ladies with as much vehemence as if their arms had been so many pump-handles. ‘You’re just the very man I wanted,’ said Mr. Percy Noakes, who proceeded to explain the cause of his being in requisition.
“‘Now, see here, Ambrosch,’ says I, ‘there’s a law in this land, don’t forget that. I stand here a witness that this baby has come into the world sound and strong, and I intend to keep an eye on what befalls it.’ I pride myself I cowed him. “Well, I expect you’re not much interested in babies, but Ántonia’s got on fine.
"I’m figgerin’," she commented, "that there must be easier ways of governin’ than sittin’ up like a prairie-dog while you’re at it." Mrs.
“We’ll go down and take a look with great pleasure,” Jack Benson agreed, rising. “And I’m glad, sir, that you’re able to show us more courtesy than we were able to offer you to-night.” “Oh, that was all right,” declared their host, smiling good-humoredly. “Rules are rules, and you have your owners to please. No hard feelings on that score, I assure you.”
But what’s in it for you? Where do you get yours, Doc?" "There’s nothing in it for me except to give honest service to the people who trust me." "Listen," he persisted with a sort of ferocious patience; "you ain’t on no bar’l now; an’ you ain’t calling no Ginneys and no Kikes your friends. You’re just talkin’ to me like there wasn’t nobody else onto this damn planet excep’ us two guys. Get that?"
He stood swaying and balancing on his heels, puffing out his smooth, boyish cheeks and blowing at hazard. "You’re drunk," said Gray, thickly; but he was as flushed as the boy he addressed, only steadier of leg. "What’s that?" retorted Flint, jerking his shoulders around and gazing at Gray out of glassy eyes. "Blow out that candle," said Gary heavily, "or I’ll shoot it out! Do you get that?"
The giant scowled. “I don’t like you silent, smiling men! You’re warned. I’ll do my worst—” “Let the leaping begin!” rang the voice of the president,—a call that changed all the uproar to a silence in which one might hear the wind moving in the firs outside, while every athlete felt his muscles tighten.
We use that heat to turn a chemical called methane into its component parts. Methane is known as marsh gas, Foster. I wouldn’t expect a Planeteer to know that. It is composed of carbon and hydrogen. When we pump it into the heat coils of the reactor, it breaks down and creates a gas that burns and drives us through space. But that isn’t all it does." "You’re a Planeteer. I Don’t Like Planeteers."
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