Steampunk Prime: A Vintage Steampunk Reader
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start with less opposition and greater initial velocity. But it is strange that their path should be so nearly ours. It can only be a matter of minutes, at the rate they are gaining, before the end comes for all of us. It will be before we get through the atmosphere and gather our full speed. And it will be the end of Humanity’s troubled dream . . . . . And Amy is in that. . . . .” The thought of possible malice, impulsive or premeditated, on the part of the occupants of the second Red Sphere,
ran nervously from his dour expression. He examined the future with care, but could see nothing but ruin before him, as what now remained of his private income would be quite insufficient for his support. Moreover, in confident expectation of a successful season at the chess-table, he had of late allowed himself many extravagancies, and his creditors were beginning to put unpleasant pressure upon him. Several tournament, from which he was confident of gain, had been put off, since all interest
the roar and rumble of the never-ceasing traffic of our great metropolis, as the Daily Tinkler puts it. I want to see a play, I want to see the aristocracy in the Park on Sunday morning, and I should like to go to a boy and girl dance.” “Yes, that’s all very well,” I said; “but you’ve got to earn your living, you know. How do you propose to do it?” “Oh, I shan’t require much,” said the Faun. “I judge from what I’ve read that food costs a great deal. I only want a little phosphate now and
an anxiety artfully concealed, and yet all too apparent to a real judge of character, spoke to me from her face. All the same, that very look of reserve and sorrow but strengthened her beauty, and gave that final touch of genius to the lovely figure on the canvas. Just then Durham touched me on the shoulder. “What do you think of it?” He asked, pointing to the picture. “I congratulate you most heartily,” I responded. “I owe any success which I may have achieved to this lady,” he continued.
found back in a baker’s barrow, that the two of us had scarcely strength to push. I have no words to describe the awful silence of the deserted houses and streets. The lights seemed to have more power to weaken us while we were separated from the doctor and Doris, and similarly they were more affected while we were absent. So we kept together in the evening. We were all too exhausted to say much. Phyllis and I sat hand-in-hand the others sat a little way apart, but they had ceased to quarrel