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Robert A. Heinlein - The Cat Who Walked Through Walls
Atec Февраль 29 2008 20:18:18
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. I spent part of the time figuring out
what it had cost me. I had had to sign away the skycar totally-net just under
twenty-seven thousand. I had paid three thousand each to rescue us, discounted
to eight thousand as a courtesy... plus five hundred each for bed and
breakfast... plus (I learned later) eighteen hundred tomorrow to drive us to
Lucky Dragon Pressure, the nearest place to catch a rolligon bus to Hong Kong
Luna.
On Luna it's cheaper to die.
Still, I was happy to be alive at any price. I had Gwen and money is
something you can always get more of.
Ingrid Henderson was a most gracious hostess-smiling and pretty and plump
(clearly expecting that child). She welcomed us warmly, woke up her daughter,
moved her into a shakedown with them, put us in Gretchen's room, put Bill in
with Wolf-at which point I realized that Jinx's threats to Maggie were not
backed up by force at hand... and realized, too, that it was none of my
business.
Our hostess said goodnight to us, told us the light in the 'fresher was
left on in the night, in case-and left. I looked at my watch before turning out
me light.
Twenty-four hours earlier a stranger night Schultz sat down at my table.
BOOK Two-Deadly Weapon
XI
"Dear Lord, give me chastity and self-restraint... but not yet, 0 Lord, not
yet!"
SAINT AUGUSTINE A.D. 354-430
That damned fez!
That silly, fake-oriental headdress had been fifty percent of a disguise
that had saved my life
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