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"One two three four five " "What's with you slobs?" Jig Hollins wanted to know. "Dunno we're nuts, maybe," Gimp answered. "Ten eleven twelve " Charlie Reynolds and Paul Hendricks were alert, too. Then a big, white light trembled on the thin snow beyond the windows, turning the whole night landscape into weird day. The tearing, crackling roar was delayed.
Cecile flung herself on her mother's neck, kissing and coaxing her, which is a means by which only daughters get their own way. Cecile Beauvisage, a girl of nineteen, had put on a gown of gray silk trimmed with gimp and tassels of a deeper shade of gray, making the front of the gown look like a pelisse.
She hardly knew that a notice was read as the people rose before the benediction, when the minister gave out, as requested, that "the Village Dorcas Society would meet on Wednesday of the coming week, at Mrs. Parley Gimp's." She was made aware that it had fallen upon her ears, though heard unconsciously, when Serena Gimp caught her by the sleeve in the church porch.
Occasionally he listened to news on the radio. But mostly he shut it off out. Until boredom at last began to overtake him because he had been used to so much more than what was here. Until specifically one morning, when the news came too quickly, and with too much impact. It was a recording, scratchy, and full of unthinkable distance. "... Frank, Gimp, Two-and-Two, Paul, Mr.
Can't get him right now North America is turned away... I couldn't pinpoint the Kuzaks in the Belt, but that's not unusual." "I'll finance a load of trade stuff for them," Gimp chuckled. "We ought to be able to move out in about five hours, eh?" "Should," Ramos agreed. "Weapons we might need 'em this trip and everything else is about ready."
He had memories of a tiny room, very neat and compact, with even a single huge rose in a vase on the bed table. But the time had a fierce velvet-softness that tried to draw him to it forevermore. It was like the grip of home, and the lost Earth, and the fear that he would chicken out and return. He found Gimp, who seemed worried. "You might get stuck, here, on account of Rodan," he said.
I have to be at the mills for the day shift to-morrow. I came out because I had to talk a little about Mariana." He had deserted the more formal address. "And I wanted to tell some one connected with her that I have gimp of my own. I know why she won't marry me, and it's a small reason; it would be small in " "Hold up," Howat Penny interrupted, incensed.
We're living high for a while, anyhow. Of course we don't want to use up too much of the fancy stuff. Tell Otto Kramer about us..." Frank Nelsen and Gimp Hines, who were riding the rigging of their respective bubbs, which were also hauling big bales of supplies, were part of the trans-spatial conversation, too.
I very plain in my olde black silk new-laced all over with black silk gimp, Sam'l declaring I am very pretty in this, but I trust him not herein, he willing to save his Purse. One passage of Sam'l kissing the little black beauty, Mrs Deakin, that he do call his Morena, displeased me, she being known for a frolicsome jade.
There was no need, here, for rockets, to land or take off. The sun-powered ionics were more than enough. A small observatory, a U.N.-tended between ground-and-orbit rocket port, and a few hydroponic garden domes nestled in the jaggedness were about all that Phobos had other than the magnificent view of the Red Planet, below. Gimp Hines' freckled face shone in the ruddy light.
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