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Ben Sira's indirect testimony suggests that it and the books of Chronicles, Ezra, and Nehemiah, which were in close accord with the point of view of later Judaism, were already in his day associated with the Law and the Prophets. The book of Ruth was probably at this time added to the other historical books. The absence of any reference in Ben Sira to Daniel is significant.
"Every Martian is crazy about you." "He may not be a Martian. He must be a man of Earth," Sira stated firmly. "Is that so?" Sime asked, genuinely surprised. "Why does Joro insist on that?" "It is not Joro who insists. It is myself." Sime found himself looking into eyes filled with shy pleading.
There was a considerable swell, for there was a slight breeze blowing from the north across twenty miles of water, but this did not distress Sira at all. She undulated through the waves with perfect comfort. Phobos was just rising in the west, and orientating herself by this tiny moon she struck out in a north-easterly direction, seeking a favorable current to carry her toward Tarog.
In a few seconds men and women were scouring the palace grounds, and radio orders to the provincial police of Hanlon were crowding the ether. Sira had contrived her escape without any particular plan in mind. In fact, it had been initiated on impulse. The fellow on guard at her door had excited intense dislike in her.
Six thousand guards successively mounted before the palace gate; the service of the interior apartments was performed by twelve thousand slaves, and in the number of three thousand virgins, the fairest of Asia, some happy concubine might console her master for the age or the indifference of Sira.
The deacon nosed the old and evil-smelling scow into the bank. His eyes rolled piously. "The great Pantheus sent her. He said " The old woman came closer and inspected Sira, who endured her gaze calmly. That look was like the bite of acid that reveals the structure of crystal in metals. "Why, she's a lady!" she exclaimed then. "Not fittin' to be on the same canal with you! Come in, my dear.
And this was followed by another emotion a wave of cupidity set up by the offer of 100,000 I. P. dollars reward for her return. She saw about her faces greedy, faces wistful, even compassionate faces. But outnumbering them by far were faces set in truculent mold. Sira moved restlessly from place to place, feeling more deeply depressed with every moment.
On this occasion they were both carrying the same message, however. Sira heard the propaganda division's latest fabrication about her alleged kidnaping by terrestrial agents. She needed no radiation meter to tell her of the intense wave of hatred for the Earth that swept over the densely packed area.
The excitement of the day, coupled with the fact that nearly everyone carried arms, had led to numerous fights, not a few of which ended fatally. "Merclite!" grinned the policeman, suppressing a hiccup of his own. "And besides, that big 'un would make two of me." One Thousand to One The scheme that Sira had imparted to Wasil was simple simple and direct.
It happened that there was a service corridor close at hand. Down this she sped, into the darkness of a boat-house. The doors were barred and locked, of course, but the depths of the water showed a faint greenish glimmer of light. Sira dived in, unhesitatingly, and after an easy underwater swim she emerged in the open canal.
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