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And do you also know that had your egocentric, blind lead wizard not been so protective of his silly secret of the training of young females in the craft, you could have easily stopped me from accomplishing all that I have?

I got that slug in my hip--and the keg hit my laigs and stopped, so I picked it up and heaved it back acrost the street.

Then suddenly they were gone, all stopped together, and the water resumed its flat oily calm, only the smell of sulphur hanging on the air to remind us that we were aground on a submarine volcano that was fissured with gas-vents like a colander.

The sobs which interrupted the short and simple allocution which the pastor made to his flock overcame him so much that he stopped and said no more, except to invite all present to fervent prayer.

He never stopped alluding to their fate, determined to undermine any prospect of relief.

The inspector had stopped suddenly, and was staring with a look of absolute amazement at a paper upon the table.

Grumbler stopped again, momentarily confused, angrily tempted to lob a magnapult canister across the broken terrain toward the impact, but the emissary ear reported no physical movement from the area.

When he stopped looking at her legs and breasts in anticipation he saw there was a daunting expression on her face.

Several of the antlered animals had stopped feeding, aware of the presence of the newcomers, but horses were not threatening.

She had stopped talking about the old Cannes days and had sat lingering in rapt silence as the White Hunter told of antres vast and deserts idle and of the cannibals that each other eat, the Anthropophagi, and men whose heads do grow beneath their shoulders.

Shareem stopped at the elbow of a man who looked appreciably older than the rest of the Vrya.

He was attended by a body of cavalry: but having stopped on the road for some necessary occasion, his guards preserved a respectful distance, and Martialis, approaching his person under a presence of duty, stabbed him with a dagger.

There he hooked legs into the ladder and stopped each of the arriving items, catching them easily in chest and arms, leaving them hanging somehow in the air, motionless beside the ladder.

He stopped, drew his shapes, walked on, stopped, drew, walked, on to the spired old-century cragginess of Nabob Bridge, and over quickly through Kinken where the richer khepri moieties, older money and arriviste, preserved their dreamed-up culture in the Plaza of Statues, kitsch mythic shapes in khepri-spit.

About daybreak the artillerists stopped once more, this time to feed their horses, then continued on.