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He had about his shoulders a plaid that had once been of his tartan, but had undergone the degradation of the dye-pot for a foolish and tyrannical law; he threw it round him with a dignity that was half defiance, and cast his last glance round the scene of his sorriest experiences the dusty writing-desks, the confusion of old letters; the taped and dog-eared, fouled, and forgotten records of pithy causes; and, finally, at the rampart of deed-chests, one of which had the name "Drimdarroch" blazoned on it for remembrance if he had been in danger of forgetting.
Then he resumed his seat, and, deliberately taking up the taped letter, opened it and read: "MY DEAR DAUGHTER MAISIE,
Words choked suddenly in the Guesser's throat, and he had to swallow hard before he could speak. "I know that. I'm ... I'm going with you." The lieutenant's eyes widened a trifle. "No orders have been taped to that effect, great sir." This is it! thought The Guesser. He would either put it over now or he'd be lost completely. He scowled. "Then tape them!
Once his glance strayed to the cardboard box in front of him, with the envelope taped to it the latest improvement on the Evri-Flave syrup, with the report from his own chemists, all conditioned to obedience, loyalty and secrecy. If they thought he was going to try that damned stuff on himself.... There was a sudden gleam of light in the middle of the room, in front of his desk.
Gerd van Riebeek suggested that they were discussing the odd habits of human-type people. Juan Jimenez looked at him, slightly disturbed, as though wondering just how seriously he meant it. "You know, what impressed me most in the taped account was the incident of the damnthing," said Ruth Ortheris.
His trapped feeling increased, and nostalgia began to bore into him. He had memories of lost sounds. Rodan tried to combat the thick silence with taped popular music, broadcast on very low power from a field set at the diggings. But the girl voices, singing richly, only made matters worse for Frank Nelsen. And other memories piled up on him: Jarviston, Minnesota. Wind. Hay smell, car smell.
Arriving at the taped diagram of the trench, rifles slung around our shoulders, we lost no time in getting to work. We dug as quietly as possible, but every now and then, the noise of a pick or shovel striking a stone, would send the cold shivers down our backs. Under our breaths we heartily cursed the offending Tommy.
He decided, then, to send the Irma back to Odin with reports of the annexation of Aditya, a proposal that Aditya-Alif be made a permanent Imperial naval-base, and a request for more troops. Prince Trevannion taped up his own reports, describing the general situation on the newly annexed planet, and doing nothing to minimize the problems facing its Proconsul.
It had a heart on it, drawn in pencil. When he got home, he taped it over the mantel. Myron read through the application the next day and tapped his desktop slowly. "The co-owner," he said, "will have full privileges." "Right." "If she calls and identifies herself and says, "Myron, sell everything and send me a check," that's what I'll do." "Right." "Very good," Myron said dubiously.
A Ziploc bag was taped to the log where they usually sat. The bag looked as if it had been there several days. He bent over and saw a heart drawn on the paper inside. "O+F." He tore the bag from the log and removed the paper. It was folded. Inside, a note read: "Missed you yesterday. Leaving Wednesday. Be back in the spring, I guess. I hope you'll be here."
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