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He played at being a limited monarch but his sympathies were naturally with the riffled aristocrats the nobility whose privileges had been taken away, their estates commandeered, their chateaux fired or sacked, and themselves obliged to flee for their lives to the protection of the foreigner.
This sounded like an advanced case, perhaps already involving peritonitis. So far, he'd been lucky with penicillin, but each time he used it with grave doubts of its action on the Mars-adapted patients. If the appendix had burst, however, it was the only possible treatment. He riffled through his stores; There was ether enough, fortunately.
The clerk returned to place the file drawers convenient to his superior's desk. He hesitated a moment, his eyes on the headband, then picked up the completed papers from the desk and went out. Morely riffled through the cards, idly checked a few against his notes, and leaned back again. The file section seemed to be operating smoothly. He looked at his desk.
Here winds a thick and yellow thread, A moss'd and silver stream instead; And trout that leap'd its riffled tide Have turn'd upon their sides and died. Below Camino we pass near to Pino Grande, where the great cable railway carries loaded cars of logs across the deep canyon of the American River.
"Here, Zinganna; take these, and take Nindrandigro and Calilla out for the evening. Go where you can all have a good time, and don't come back till after midnight. There will be some business transacted here, and I want them out of this. Get them out of here as soon as you can; I'll see to the dinner myself. Spend all of that you want to." The girl riffled through the wad of banknotes.
I explained while he looked skeptical, bored and knowing simultaneously. "Who would tha flummox, bah goom?" he inquired. "Ay?" He took a pack of playingcards from his pocket and riffled them expertly. "Who you kidding, bud?" he translated. "No one. Ask anybody here if this wasnt a dead lawn yesterday and if it hasnt grown this high since morning." He yawned again and proffered me the deck.
"He said " Suddenly the boy caught the riffled mockery of her eyes and abruptly his inspired recital broke off in exasperation, "May I ask just why you find that such a funny story?" he inquired with ironical dignity. "Most people seem to think it was rather pitiful than comic to send to their slaughter boys almost young enough to be in the nursery." The eyes of Conscience Williams twinkled.
"Shuffle." He passed the cards to Harris, who riffled them lightly. "One moment," said von Ludwig. "If I should be the man to stay, I want one of you to take these papers in my pocket. They must be turned over to the admiralty at the earliest possible moment. Should the man who carries them be in danger of capture, they must be destroyed. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir," said Jack. Frank nodded.
Courtlandt nodded. "So big that he couldn't have married my girl even if he loved her?" "Yes. As big as that." Harrigan riffled the leaves of his book. "What do you say to going down to the hotel and having a game of bazzica, as they call billiards here?" "Nothing would please me better," said Courtlandt, relieved that Harrigan did not press him for further revelations.
Sergeant Madden's face went blank. Timmy's girl was on the Cerberus. Then he growled and riffled swiftly through the operations-report sheets that had come in since his tour of duty began. He found the one he looked for. Yes. Patrolman Timothy Madden was now in overdrive in squad ship 740, delivering the monthly precinct report to Headquarters. He would be back in eight days.
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