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"Hm-m-m ... if what we're looking for is a vaccine against hate we'd really have something. "But I'm afraid not. That's too happy an outcome. We'll just call this Hate Disease, Tallien Three strain. It's standard practice," Calhoun continued, "to consider that everything that can happen, does. Specifically, that any compound that can possibly exist, sooner or later must be formed in nature.
"Hm-m-m," said Sergeant Madden, "we've nothing more to do right now, Willis. We'll go back to that hunk of ice you spotted comin' in, and wait for the Aldeb." Patrolman Willis obediently set the hop-timer and swung the squad ship to a proper aiming. He pressed the overdrive button. His manner, like that of Sergeant Madden, was the manner of someone conducting a perfectly routine operation.
I won't know north from south until morning." "Hm-m-m," muttered the colonel. "Well, shall we try this house?" "May as well, I guess," said Chester. He led the way to the front door and rapped sharply with his knuckles. There was a sound of some one stirring within, but no face appeared at the door in response to the lad's knock. He rapped sharply again.
He cleared his throat. "Hm-m-m. Hah! Very good, Mr. Baird," he said formidably. "And of course with time and air and metals we can rebuild our drive. For that matter, we could rebuild the Niccola! I'll notify the ship's company, Mr. Baird. Very good!" He moved to use another microphone. Then he checked himself. "Your expression is odd, Mr. Baird. Did you wish to say something more?"
"Hm-m-m!" said the Dragon, thoughtfully, as if it didn't relish the job; "this one isn't Saint George, is it?" "No, no!" exclaimed the king, irritably; "it's Prince Marvel. Do get to work as soon as possible." "Prince Marvel Prince Marvel," repeated the Dragon. "Why, there isn't a prince in the whole world named Marvel! I'm pretty well posted on the history of royal families, you know.
"What's the matter?" demanded Hal, who had not overheard his friend's ejaculation. "Matter!" echoed Chester. "There are about ten millions coming this way on the dead run. The French have retreated!" "Hm-m-m," said Hal; "and what are we going to do?" "Bide here for a spell, I expect," was Chester's answer. "Guess you're right. They may not notice us down here.
"I did it on my own initiative. Nan Brent has abandoned the Sawdust Pile moved away from Port Agnew, you know; so I decided to extend the drying-yard, and squat on the Sawdust Pile before some undesirable took possession." "Hm-m-m! I see. Well, suppose Nan takes a notion to return to Port Agnew, Mr. Daney. She'll find our drying-yard something of a nuisance, will she not?"
He died as his mother had died, and the verdict of the doctors and of the coroner's jury was the same: 'Death from unknown causes'!" "Hm-m-m!" said Cleek again. "And were all the symptoms or, rather, the absence of symptoms the same?" "Precisely.
Which was unfortunate, because its average temperature and orbit made it highly suitable for human occupation. Had the ten per cent of solid ground been in one piece, it would doubtless have been colonized. But the ground was an archipelago. "Hm-m-m," said Sergeant Madden, after reading. "The survey recommends this northern island for emergency landing. Eh?" Willis nodded. "Huks used to use it.
The sound of his own voice in the stillness of the little glen, and a look of surprise in the young girl's quiet eyes, brought a sudden access of color to Arnold's face. "Hm-m-m," he murmured to himself, "it's queer how rhymes slip away. Well, the last line ends in free. You see, it is a man's idea of happiness, a young man's.
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