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And then she told him, whilst he sat there hunched and shuddering. "The dog! The foul German dog!" he muttered through clenched teeth. "So that you see, my dear," she pursued brokenly, "it was too great a price. Yourself, you could not have condoned it, or done aught else but loathe me afterwards."
And now he could see that grotesque thing, swaying weakly back and forth on its thin legs, yet holding a blaster, bringing that weapon up to center it on him. The Throg was hunched over and perhaps to Taggi presented the outline of some four-footed creature to be hunted. For the wolverine male sprang for the horn-shelled shoulders. Under that impact that Throg sagged forward.
He saw her again and always as on that night of the Hawkins' ball, eyes and lips smiling at him, the light shining gloriously in the deep red gold of her hair. With an effort Steele aroused himself and looked at his watch. It was a quarter of five. He stooped to close the stove door, and stopped suddenly, his hand reaching out, head and shoulders hunched over.
Smith drew one sharp breath, and was silent. Together, chained to the wall, two mediaeval captives, living mockeries of our boasted modern security, we crouched before Dr. Fu-Manchu. He came forward with an indescribable gait, cat-like yet awkward, carrying his high shoulders almost hunched.
'But we've told you over and over again how it was! they would exclaim. 'Yes, I know, I know. It's all right. I'm not complaining: I never expected you to be as cool as I was, your first time. But even this did not seem to console the army to any large extent; they hunched their shoulders and kicked pebbles about with great apparent interest.
"By Jove! it wasn't two weeks before that very model was the talk of New York and Lillian Russell was wearin' one in the second act of her show; and when she wears a model it's as good as made." "Gee!" she said. "I could just sit and listen to you talk and talk." He hunched close. "I sold the first dozen pannier dresses for a sum that would give you the blind staggers.
Wentz cursed the Fate that had promoted him from his washing machine, and this was one of them. Neifkins, hunched in a leather chair in the banker's office, had an obstinate look on his sunburned face. "I'd give about half I'm worth if that was your stock goin' out," said Wentz, as he reseated himself at his desk. Neifkins grunted. "I heard you the first time you said that."
The solicitor changed color again. "I don't understand you." Paul shrugged his shoulders and rose to go. "Perhaps Mr. Hurd will explain," he said, and made for the door. Pash, with his monkey face much perplexed, sat hunched in his chair, biting his fingers. As Paul laid his hand on the knob, he called him back. "I can explain," he said nervously. "Not to me," said Paul, coldly.
The two horses, instinctively drawing close together, turned their tails to the driving flakes. Rina sat hunched in her saddle, as indifferent as a squat, clay image. "I will ride on," he said thickly. She gave no sign. He consulted his compass. "We have ridden due northwest all the way," he said. "Where are they heading for?" "Death River, I guess," she answered, pointing.
The big cadet sat hunched over the steering wheel of the small jet car Strong had used a short time before, racing along the same smooth highway toward the spaceport on the other side of the hills. Tom was wedged in between Astro and Roger, his eyes straight ahead on the road. "Where do we start first?" asked Roger. "We've got to get a ship. The Polaris, if possible.
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