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Tests of the new flying machine, by Professor Gazen and myself, as well as our enquiries into the character of Mr.
If you would like a place, it is well to be born in it." "Perhaps if you are a good boy you will go to Venus when you die." "I'm afraid it won't suit my mental constitution. They don't care for science there, and I don't care for anything else. Mars would fit me better, I imagine." "Venus is my favourite," said Miss Carmichael. "Well, then, it's good enough for me," responded Gazen.
In addition to the slow swinging of her axis which produces her 'seasons, she has a quicker nodding, which gives rise to day and night in some favoured spots like Womla." "After all," said I, "tis a feminine trait. Souvent femme varie." "Oh, she is constant to her lord the sun," rejoined Gazen.
It felt so cool and sweet in the nostrils that every breath was a pleasure. We inhaled it in long, deep, loving draughts, which imparted vigour to our exhausted frames, and intoxicated our spirits like laughing gas. I could hardly restrain a wild impulse to leap from the car into the unruffled bosom of the sea below, and Gazen, habitually staid, actually shouted with glee.
Gazen had no opportunity of answering, for just at that moment we were startled by a piercing shriek from behind the crags, and rushing, or rather bounding forward, saw a sight that made our very blood run cold. A flying monster, with enormous bat-like wings and hanging legs, was evidently swooping down on Miss Carmichael, as she stood beside her easel on the brow of the cliff.
"I can satisfy you of it by pointing the telescope at a sun-spot," said Gazen, bringing the instrument to bear upon the sun. "You will then see how fast we are running to perdition. I say what would our friends in London think if they could see us now? Wouldn't old Possil snigger! Well, I shall get the better of him at last.
"Strange!" muttered Gazen by-and-by, as if speaking to himself. "What is strange?" "We are neither rising nor falling now. We don't seem to move." "Impossible!" "Nevertheless, it's a fact," he exclaimed at the end of some minutes. "The focus of the telescope is constant. We are evidently standing still."
"Oh, yes," answered Gazen, "and in the pure atmosphere of the desert, or on the summit of high mountains, we notice a similar effect. The stars have been compared to the trees of a forest, in different stages of growth and decay. Some of them are growing in splendour, and others again are dying out. Arcturus, a red star, for example, is fast cooling to a cinder.
"It has changed again: make another note." "What is it now?" "Sodium. The yellow bands are unmistakable." A deep stillness reigned as before. "There she goes again," exclaimed the professor, much excited. "Now I can see a couple of blue lines. What can that be? I believe it's indium." Another long pause ensued. "Now they are gone," ejaculated Gazen once more.
Inebriated with the cup of bliss which I had only tasted, I began to repent me of my promise to leave Womla. "To-morrow Alumion will be mine," I reflected, "but for how long? A few days at the most. It is too bad!" An idea struck me. "Gazen," said I that night as soon as I had a convenient opportunity to speak with him, "I have married Alumion."
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