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She laid her hand on the knob of the door and withdrew it hastily; then, summoning great resolution, she opened the door and showed Donnegan in. "Father," she said, "this is Mr. Donnegan. He wishes to speak to you." The door closed behind Donnegan, and hearing that whishing sound which the door of a heavy safe will make, he looked down at this, and saw that it was actually inches thick!
It seemed fairly simple to Bart; he tried it, and to his own surprise, won. Old Rugel touched a lever at the side of the room. With a tiny whishing sound, shutters opened, the light of Procyon Alpha flooded them and he looked out through a great viewport into bottomless space. Procyon Alpha, Beta and Gamma hung at full, rings gently tilted.
"Why, don't you know what it is?" "No." "The sea. Didn't think it was the end of your passage, did you?" "What there? Nonsense!" "Yes, it's the cave; and the sea runs right up here." "It couldn't; it's too far away." "I don't care; that's the sea. Now listen again, how regularly it comes. Every wave must be rushing in, and you can hear it go whishing out."
She leaned forward under the flying steel, which cut through her riding-skirt, through the edge of the saddle, through the saddle cloth, and even slightly into the horse itself. Her right hand, still raised, came down, the thin whip whishing through the air.
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