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Updated: May 29, 2025
The dancer was aware of the flutter, and called Harman's attention to it with a touch upon his arm and a laugh and a nod of her violent plumage. At that he seemed to rouse himself somewhat: his head rolled heavily over upon his shoulder, the lids lifted a little from the red-shot eyes, showing a strange pride when his gaze fell upon the many staring faces.
'He will not join immediately, sir, this Rallywood? he said with his gentle lisp. 'Not for a week. 'Then it doesn't really matter, you know, added the young man. Wallenloup's red-shot eyes gleamed upon him suddenly. 'As your commanding officer, sir, he said grimly, 'I don't understand your meaning, but and an odd smile flickered about the savage lips.
She alone, the white woman, most helpless of the great creatures, stood before the terror. She sprang out of the wagon and looked about her. The smoke crest, black, red-shot, was coming close. The grass here would carry it. Perhaps yonder on the flint ridge where the cover was short why had she not thought of that long ago? It was half a mile, and no sure haven then.
His face was wonderfully ugly, but it was the ugliness of character, which is as attractive as beauty. His jaw and eyebrows were scraggy and rough-hewn, his nose aggressive and red-shot, his eyes small and near set, light blue in colour, and capable of assuming a very genial and also an exceedingly vindictive expression.
With those words her anxieties came to life again, her step lost its lingering slowness, her face its rapt tranquillity. Dropping his hand, she started on a search, through slanting doorways, by choked passages, across the illumined spaciousness of the wide, still rooms. Nothing was there, and she turned to the stairs, running up, he at her heels, two shadows flitting through the red-shot gloom.
She could see nothing of his red-shot eyes and dripping jaws, and would not have understood if she had seen. But she could feel and she was thrilled by the spirit of that strange and mysterious savagery that had made Kazan forget all things but hurt and death. The pack made no sound. There was only the panting of breath and the soft fall of many feet. They ran swiftly and close.
One, who spoke English, asked him to help in rendering a like service to Marigny, but he refused with an oath, and the others dared not press him, he looked so fierce and threatening. "Is he dead?" he asked the doctor brokenly. There could be no mistaking the meaning of the words, for his red-shot eyes glared fixedly at the limp body of his master.
Except for a stasis of very long duration, there is no sensation of time. To Brion's consciousness, Ihjel flipped the switch off with a continuation of the same motion that had turned it on. The ship was unchanged, only outside of the port was the red-shot blankness of jump-space. "How do you feel?" Ihjel asked. Apparently the ship was wondering the same thing.
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