´óÕÆÃĄ̊·þ wiiÄ£ÄâÆ÷ °É ÉúÈÕ±¾days matter Ö²Îï´óÕ½½©Ê¬°æ ÌìÌìÄ£ÄâÆ÷

ÂòÊ®¶þÉúФ²ÊƱÄÜ׬Ǯ ×îÐÂÏà¹Ø½éÉÜ

�¤¥¤¤¤×¥¤®Ûî¥Ô

The bound man sat like a statue. The slave girl went upon her knees and began to pray for her master,--with whom she had remained after every other servant on the place had run off to the Federals, supplicating with a piteous fervor that drew tears down Harry's cheeks. "Humph!" said the Arkansan, still smiling straight into Oliver's eyes, "she'd better be thanking God for her freedom, for that's what we're going to give her to-night; we're going to take her and your poor old crippled father to the outposts and turn 'em loose, and if either of 'em ever shows up inside our lines after to-night, we'll hang 'em. You fixed the date of your death last June, and we're not going to let it be changed; that's when you died. Ain't it, Gholson? Whoever says it ain't fixes the date of his own funeral, eh, boys? I take pleasure in telling you we're not going to hang your father, because I believe in my bones you'd rather we'd hang him than not. Mr. Gholson, you're our most pious believer in obedience to orders; well, I'm going to give you one, and if you don't make a botch of it I sha'n't have to make a botch of you; understand?"¥¤d¨¤¥ç¾

�Ú¤¥¥ÞcȤï¤ÑÐ`

"Oh, Mr. Gregg, they say the Devil's come to Great Wymering at last. I'm not surprised to 'ear it, for the goings on in this town 'ave been something terrible since the war. What with the drinking and the young people doing just as they like.¤±Þâ¿¥Êפ©

�¥Þ¤¥

"I told you he was mad!" shouted Allingham, as he and Gregg leapt through the aperture of the pavilion and dashed to the rescue.¤¥¥¤¨¤ª

�¤¤¡¤å

Tom's eyes searched the room as though looking for something. Gregg was standing with his back to the fire-place, but noticing that Tom seemed to be trying to look behind him, he moved away. Tom immediately[Pg 60] pointed to the clock that stood on the mantelpiece.¤Íߤ

�¥¥¤¥¬¥¥

"It's an instrument," rejoined Gregg, leaning over the side of the car. "Evidently it has some sort of effect upon the fundamental processes of the human organism. That's clear, to me. Probably it replaces some of the ordinary functions and alters others. One gets a sort of glimmer—of an immense speeding up of the entire organism, and the brain of man developing new senses and powers of apprehension. They would have all sorts of second sights and subsidiary senses. They would feel their way about in a larger universe, creep into all sorts of niches and corners unknown to us, because of their different construction."§¥¥ï¦¤µÈ¥¤Ð

�¤¥¤¤½¥¥Õ­ô¤©

The Clockwork man had no apparent sex.¤è¥¥¤©ÃÃ

�¥¥¥æ¨

�¤¥£¥¤Æ¥Á¥

"I ain't a going to laugh," said Mr. Flack, "not unless I see fit to laugh." And he continued to stare gravely at Arthur's elaborate posturing. Presently the latter remembered his urgent appointment and disappeared through the narrow door that led upstairs.¤¥¤¥Ö¤¥¤¤

[Pg 201]ͤ¤çð¥Ä¤¤¤¤¥Û

�¥Ý±¤¦¦¥