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Frank Henley, the preserver of Clifton, the preceptor of truth, and the friend of man; the benevolent, magnanimous, noble-minded Frank, whose actions were uniform in goodness, whose heart was all affection, and whose soul all light and murdered! Why do I indulge a thought so unhuman, so impossible? It could not be! No, no; it could not be!
But Skelton, inarticulate with rage, began striking her and jerking her about as though he were trying to tear her to pieces. Only when the girl reeled sideways, limp and deathly white under his fury, did he find his voice, or the hoarse unhuman rags of it: "Damn you!" he gasped, "you'll sell me out, will you? I'll show you! I'll fix you, you dirty slut "
The unhuman hoots and wails and whistles came through for nearly a minute, and stopped. "Stay on duty!" snapped the G.C. speaker. "That's no language known on earth. Those are Martians!" Thorn looked up to see Sylva standing by the Watch-plane door. Her face was pale in the growing darkness outside.
Over the corroded iron rocks strata of red earth and deeper crimson ore ran like the streaky stains of monstrous and unhuman murders committed in aeons past. Not a particle of vegetation was visible; there were no lichens nor starry flowers. There was no life save that of the black birds which winged restlessly about the sky and squawked in grotesque mockery at the region and its doom.
It's off there and up high. It's not any animal or loose boards or anything like that. Come on." Suddenly out of the blackness arose a piercing scream. Its echo resounded from the dried boards of some building and re-echoed from another as if its terror-stricken owner had three voices. It mingled with that wailing voice, distant, aloof. Then they heard human words, sounding strange and unhuman.
But since the British Electric Traction Company had invaded the Five Towns, and formed a subsidiary local company, and constructed dozens of miles of new line, and electrified everything, and raised prices, and abolished season tickets, and quickened services, and built hundreds of cars and engaged hundreds of conductors since then a tram-conductor had been naught but an unhuman automaton in a vast machine-like organization.
"It would not have served the purpose of the dramatist, I suppose; his play would have ended abruptly, and far short of the prescribed time. He tried to tell a human story and chose an unhuman method." There was another pause; the smile now disappeared and a thoughtful look came into his face. "And yet," he mused, "is the playwright really so far wrong?
Man's fingers had laid the twigs; it was man's breath that had quickened and encouraged the baby flames; and now, as the fire caught, it would be playing ruddily on the face of its creator. At the thought, she felt a-cold and little and lost in that great out-of-doors. The electric shock of the young sun- beams and the unhuman beauty of the woods began to irk and daunt her.
The trembling whisper has sunk to lowest depths. Still continues the lapping of waves all sounds of unhuman nature. On quicker spur the shadowy motive flits faster here and there in a slow swelling din of whispering, to the insistent plash of wave. The soothing cheer is anon broken by a shift of new tone.
But it is rather the tradition of Trollope that rules to-day Trollope, that canny craftsman who wrote every day for a stated number of hours, and who, if he finished a novel twenty minutes before the end of his term, would take up a clean sheet of paper and commence another. Did I say the canny Trollope? Nay, this is rather uncanny, unearthly, unhuman. What!
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