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That night our first night on Venus midway between the darkness of sunset and the dawn we buried Wolfgar. The air was soft and warm, with a gentle breeze that riffled the placid waters of the lake. Overhead, the sky gleamed with a myriad stars reddish stars, all of them like Red Mars himself as seen through the heavy Venus atmosphere. Largest of them, the Earth. My birthplace!
The young woman riffled through the packet and drove a hand into the jingling bag. Briskly she counted down before her the following items in currency and specie: Four one-hundred-dollar bills, six fifty-dollar bills, twelve twenty-dollar bills, five ten-dollar bills, one five-dollar bill, four one-dollar bills, one fifty-cent piece, one quarter, two dimes and one nickel.
A stack of gold coins was piled in front of him, and he riffled the cards as he dealt in the manner of a professional. This man was young, also. He wore a green eye shade, and a diamond glittered in his fancy shirt. He was a gambler. The game seesawed for a time. First Kid Wolf would make a small winning, and then the man with the green eye shade.
Two angels with forward pendant wings formed a mercy seat above his bed and on it sat One a thousand times brighter than the sun, who in a voice that might be heard through space, though softer than the music of riffled waters, spoke to him. "Well done, good and faithful servant, continue in the labor of the Lord." "But, Lord, I am lonely and weak and homeless and would rest."
But the gentle eyes were not charged with fear, for this was a season of security and truce with mankind. If the world held trouble anywhere, no shadow of its passing riffled or marred the landscape here.
My little gray and thirty dollars in money. What's the matter with it?" The other did not appear greatly pleased, nevertheless. Thoughtfully he riffled the cards a long moment. Then he looked up into Johnson's black eyes steadily. "Poker?" he asked, quietly. "Draw poker," replied the leader, giving his black mustache a satisfied twist. He jerked his head in the direction of the chips.
After a dozen attempts to get something more than monosyllables out of him, we gave it up, and settled ourselves to the solid enjoyment of a new adventure. The breeze was strong, and drove even our rather clumsy craft at considerable speed. The blue waters of the bay flashed in the sun and riffled under the squalls. Spray dashed away from our bows.
He riffled through its pages. The Cavour Theory, it said in worn gold letters on the spine. He had read the volume end-to-end at least a hundred times. "I still can't see why you're so wild on Cavour," Rat grumbled, looking up from his doll-sized sleeping-cradle in the corner of Alan's cabin.
Not a breath of air riffled its surface, and there was a warm sunny brightness, a stillness, a deep quietude, about the whole scene which were powerfully suggestive of heavenly peace and rest. "Glorious!" exclaimed Considine, reining up to a walking pace. "How delicious while it lasts, and yet how evanescent! Does it not resemble my life here? That cannot last."
Put in a certain order, riffled through, they make a silent movie until sounds grow more insistent. A Jeep honks twice, accelerating past the biker, driver and passenger turning to look. She ignores them. She doesn't notice me watching from a doorway. I suppose my heart leaping toward her made no sound. She was locked into my blood and bone before I knew any words for her, her name even.
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