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Derec hadn't noticed the absence of the flashing lights at sunset or hadn't realized that they meant the fleet was gone away. "Hm-m-m," said Hoddan. "Why don't you think I've already done it?" "Because they'd have killed you," said Derec. "Don Loris pointed that out. He doesn't believe you know how to make deathrays. He says it's not a secret anybody would be willing for anybody else to know.
And I've never shown it to a soul before not even to my wife." "A a sweet expression. Fair, was she?" "Fair as a lily, and as pure, and as beautiful. Gentle as a dove. With blue eyes." Guthrie did not care for this type just now. He liked them dark and flashing and spirited, like Miss Deborah. But he murmured "Hm-m-m" sympathetically. "The loveliest woman in England," the old man maundered on.
In short, Walden had rediscovered the pleasure to be had by taking pains to make a fool of one's self. People who watched that raid on visionscreens had thrills they'd never swap for tranquilizers! And the ones who actually mixed in with the pirate raiders You deserve well of the republic, Hoddan!" Hoddan said, "Hm-m-m," because there was nothing else to be said.
That which had attracted his attention was a stoop-shouldered man. The fellow wore a soft hat, the brim of which was slightly turned up in front, but his face was well masked by a huge pair of green automobile goggles. "Well, I swum!" ejaculated the postmaster. "If I didn't know the feller was in jail up at Concord, I'd say that was Big Charlie. Hm-m-m. No. This one is too stooped for Charlie.
There was a small, mostly-plastic machine on another shelf. It had no obvious function. It looked as if it had some unguessable but rarely-used purpose. There was dust on it. "What's the complaint?" repeated Brink. "Hm-m-m. A cigar?" "No," said Detective Sergeant Fitzgerald. "I'll light my pipe." He did, extracting tobacco and a pipe that was by no means a meerschaum from his pocket.
Hm-m-m.... My legal fees, of course.... I mentioned a sum in cash. Yes. This will be the balance, more or less, which you will put in the stocks you've named, but since I anticipate activity in them. I'll want to leave some special instructions." He gave a detailed, thoughtful account of what he anticipated might be found in news reports of later dates. The clerk noted it all down, impassively.
"Who are you?" demanded the man, "and where are you going?" To Chester's great relief, he spoke in German, and the lad replied in the same language, which he spoke without an accent. "I am on an errand for the ambassador, sir. A prisoner has recently escaped, and I am bearing word to the outposts to be on the watch for him." "Hm-m-m," muttered the officer.
This stuff is quoted to have a compression-yield strength of one hundred ten pounds to the square inch. We probably shouldn't exceed ... hm-m-m ... ninety pounds. Let's get the Cow to tell us how big a chunk of surface area that represents." The answer was discouraging.
For with the burning out of the generator bars the energy of the disintegrating allotropic iron had had no outlet, and had built up until it had broken through its insulation and in an irresistible flood of power had torn through all obstacles in its path of neutralization. "Hm-m-m. Should have had an automatic shut-off one detail we overlooked," Rodebush mused.
When he turned into the small half-moon bight, he let up on his oars and drifted, staring with a touch of surprise at a white cottage-roofed house with wide porches sitting amid an acre square of bright green lawn on a gentle slope that ran up from a narrow beach backed by a low sea-wall of stone where the gravel ended and the earth began. "Hm-m-m," he muttered. "It wasn't built yesterday, either.
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