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A bold enemy would have seized the bridge, "corking up" Jackson with a strong detachment, and have marched on Staunton with his main body. "Had Banks been more enterprising," says Dabney, "this objection would have been decisive." The slow advance on Winchester, the long delay at Woodstock, the cautious approach to New Market, had revealed enough.
All day long, moreover, Samantha and Keziah and Pamela seemed to find themselves wonderfully busy, one way and another, so that they paid even less attention than usual to any of the ins and outs of their brother. Dabney was therefore able, with little difficulty, to take for himself whatever of odd time he might require for putting his new idea into execution. Mrs.
I can attend to Jimmy's ears for nurse real good, can't I, Jimmy?" "Yes," responded Jimmy with brotherly pride. "No," remonstrated Mikey with abject fear, for the sake of his ears or propriety I was not sure. I got past the question by motioning him into my bathroom and sending Charlotte and Sue to bring Dabney.
"He's found," said Holden discouragedly, "a way to send messages faster than light. It's a detour around Einstein's stuff not denying it, but evading it. Right now it takes not quite two seconds for a message to go from the moon to Earth. That's at the speed of light. Dabney has proof we'll see it that he can cut that down some ninety-five per cent.
And the black wagon went on through the darkness, unattended, ignored, solitary, carrying the dead body of Dabney, the silent old man of whom nothing was known but his name, who made no friends, whom nobody knew or spoke to, who had come from no one knew whence and who went no one knew whither. Towards midnight of that same day, Mrs.
But when old Longfellow, jigging vertically between the buggy shafts, picked his way out of the furnace yard, he was permitted to turn of his own accord in the homeward direction; and an hour later the sick man was back in bed, mingling horrible curses with his insistent calls for Ardea. And this time Miss Dabney did not come.
"I think God made you and that was one time when His hand didn't tremble," he said gravely. They had picked their way down the leaf-slippery mountain side and he was giving her the bunch of holly at the Dabney orchard gate before he spoke again. But at the moment of leave-taking he said: "How did you know what I needed more than anything else in all the world, Ardea?"
"Seems to me you're inclined to be a little inquisitive, Dab," said Ford, as his friend peered sharply into and around one craft after another; but just then Dabney sang out, "Hullo, Jersey, what are you doing with two grapnels? Is that boat of yours balky?" "Mind yer eye, youngster. They're both mine, I reckon." "You might sell me one cheap," continued Dab, "considering how you got 'em.
There was Laurence, with that note in his voice, that light in his eyes, that glow and glory upon him, which youth alone knows; and Dabney, with his black hair, as usual, on end, and his intelligent eyes twinkling behind his glasses; and Claire Dexter, colored like a pearl set in a cluster of laughing girls; and Mary Virginia, all in white, so beautiful that she brought a mist to the eyes that watched her.
His appearance was fitted into the sequence from Lunar City, and his gestures were extravagant as anybody's gestures will be where their hands and arms weigh so small a fraction of Earth-normal. "I wish," said Dabney impressively, "to congratulate the men who have so swiftly adapted my discovery of faster-than-light travel to practical use.
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