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I put my feet inside and squeezed down to the bottom Frontispiece
I made my difficult way toward the stairs 34
I glanced from one to another, and met hard, mirthless eyes, and mouths twisted in sneering mockery 50
“Woe to you, accursed city!” he screamed, “Woe to you in the day of judgment! Woe to your whites and harlots when the judgment comes!” 150
It pulled me through the window-gap and I swung far out above the Airscouts’ Fortress 172
A man near me leaped up and craned his neck, looking into the gloom 242
A tall man with a black beard and a curved sword sheath that clanked on the stones. I recognized in him Mehemet, the Turkish commander 244
Sanson’s indomitable will flamed out. “I will not drink!” he cried, and flung the cup to the floor 258
The giant leaped out before his followers. “Where is Lembken?” he roared. “Where are the men?” 286
Upon the walls the Guard were swarming toward the defenders. Out of their midst the Ray artillery belched 300
The giant jaws upon our aircraft gaped. I saw steel teeth within them 308
The Messiah of the Cylinder
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