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After Hedger read this, standing under the gas, he went back into the closet and knelt down before the wall; the knot hole had been plugged up with a ball of wet paper, the same blue note-paper on which her letter was written. He was hard hit. Tonight he had to bear the loneliness of a whole lifetime.
Jacaro burst into a flood of profanity. "I'd rather Evelyn died from gas," said Tommy, "than as your filthy Ragged Men would kill her. And you know I mean it." He switched to the language of the cities to go on coldly: "If one woman is harmed, Rahn dies. We will shoot down every ship that rises from her stages. We will spray burning thermit through her streets.
Until last year but one state Indiana had an effective law preventing the waste of natural gas by oil companies. This law says in substance that a man can not take the oil from the ground where nature has safely stored it, unless he also provide a market for the gas which accompanies it.
Her voice slightly muffled, she said: "Please find out if there is plenty of gas in my car; enough to take it say, forty miles. Thank you." "What on earth ?" began the Master, as his wife left the telephone and picked up an ulster. "Laddie didn't come home on the truck," she made tremulous reply. "And he wasn't with us. He hasn't come home all."
The greatest care must be taken to prevent loss of solutions during processes of evaporation, either from too violent ebullition, from evaporation to dryness and spattering, or from the evolution of gas during the heating. In general, evaporation upon the steam bath is to be preferred to other methods on account of the impossibility of loss by spattering.
The immediate effect of carbonic acid when it is absorbed by water is greatly to increase the capacity which that fluid has for taking mineral matters into solution. When charged with this gas, in the measure in which it may be in the soil, water is able to dissolve about fifty times as much limestone as it can in its perfectly pure form take up.
Here is no ruin, no discontinuity, no spent ball. The divine circulations never rest nor linger. Nature is the incarnation of a thought, and turns to a thought again, as ice becomes water and gas. The world is mind precipitated, and the volatile essence is forever escaping again into the state of free thought.
Harlan did not move, nor did his eyes waver. There was feeling in them now: intense, savage, cold. And his voice snapped. "You're the sheriff, eh? You want to gas, I reckon. Do it quick before this coyote goes for his gun." The sheriff cleared his throat. "You're under arrest, Harlan, for killin' Lane Morgan out there in the desert yesterday."
When he opened his mother's bedroom door and walked self-consciously forward to turn up the light, a fretful voice from the bed halted him. "Fred, if you're going to make the room bright, please bring the screen forward." He dropped his hand from the gas jet. "It doesn't matter," said he, sulkily, and he moved to the foot of the bed. "Let it stay as it is.... Babe said you wanted me." Mrs.
This crying made her eyes red, and when, in preparing his bed, she lighted the gas, and, having prepared it, called him in, he noticed the fact. "What's the matter with you?" he asked, looking into her face. His voice was hoarse and his unkempt head only added to its gruesome quality. "Nothing," said Carrie, weakly. "You've been crying," he said. "I haven't, either," she answered.
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